Текст песни Woody-Pecker - Игра не для слабонервных

to change you I come to thee
and at gunpoint you tell the truth
No back ways instead of light shadow
blinding brightness of the sun, I want to know about the main

kill dreams refrigerator corpse
instead of shouting quiet groan, not to arrange the noise
set the table the day of reckoning has come
instead of the prize in the drum bullets start game

not for the faint of heart
you remained faithful
but look cold bitch
I was given to understand that this world
not for the faint of heart
you remained faithful
but look cold bitch
and you get bitch deserved

Paradise bought a ticket but no doubt
because none of us is to not get
open the door to look your repley
I'm on the verge of a player you marianetka

in my view he lost control of the evil
no questions because I knew the answers in advance
cigarette smoke, I became friends with him
your tears will say that it was not a game