Текст песни tinki-vinki - боль

this world is pain and in the hope of fate
think that God will judge us there
no matter how you want
know your soul will die with your body

syringes and alcohol this topic is not finished by the edge
darting about the porches now the body lies in the bathroom
jaguar favorite drink at 21
his children began to drink, rather eat daily

these corrupt creatures will be called soon-mom
why is your child growing up with a head injury
There are many such cases, try to contradict me
today you smoke while driving and tomorrow you put candles

do not recognize your area for a hundred square meters they bring down anyone
you want it differently but you can't do it differently
in the market, instead of things, hachi push grass
several hundred for a package and a hundred for delivery

while parents go on a business trip
their own good-girl abortion them
let me guess who became the father of the corpse
the one with whom in the toilet under speed, it was cool at night

life is bluffing
lured into a corner pressured
you lost trust god will forgive you
do not turn left because you will find yourself in a dead end

how many of you are driving the pale yellow beaten
Either you are the children of thugs beat a dick to prayers
people work miracles with their eyes closed in heaven
I am not a fan of spam, but we are to blame

your visual world is doomed to perish
look back watch the angels die
sadness longing feet got in the way
we live and do not understand what is the point

this world is pain and in the hope of fate
think that God will judge us there
no matter how you want
know your soul will die with your body