Ника Ленина - Тетрадь Смерти - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Stop, raise it, you see not enough, for you she is in black binding. Iriad, the door is floppy and take advantage of the power of God!

Crushing on paper, names and faces on Earth in flight, all who have gone at least a little!

The thought in the head is only one: the sinners you will die !! To all of you in the underworld! Want to survive, enough to sow evil, maybe just so that you are lucky.

Fear, overflowing the soul and your court became a top of justice, you dubbed myself by the God of death, but everyone is tightly waiting for your death!

Crushing on paper, names and faces on Earth in flight, all who have gone at least a little!

The thought in the head is only one: the sinners you will die !! To all of you in the underworld! Want to survive, enough to sow evil, maybe just so that you are lucky.

Scratching on paper, names and faces, all who have gone at least a bit! Thought in the head just one: sinners you will die all !! You all in the hell of you! Want to survive enough to sow evil, maybe just so that you are lucky.