Текст песни 2zik - У смерти на вписке

I am trying to make through your writing flow
But so far only introduced himself as excessive clown
For the recognition of forward despite the banter
.... But inside something devours everything ...

I do not drink, but apparently, prop your talent
Even if it was not one of our pack would be small
Someone loses her virginity, I lost my soul. Stop.
Find it harder to be than the second toe ...

Like good from me, but I only became angrier
While I was a bit on the stele, someone Lays girlfriends in bed
I've not needed, shirt-guy, whose end is near
Everyone is waiting for your mail-Prince on a white horse

And no, do not see the pedigree dog in me
Rather, mongrel, who will bite without a team
You tusite on night and day in the country, where beautiful scenery
I hang out in at night and day of death, she said to me, "Drink of Life"

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Hello, my friend, I miss you
And no, it is not necessary to you I had better
Give me a minute, give me more to live
Death, Come another time grind of life ...
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