Alex Yotta - Скрипач в Аду - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You can buy everyone, and those who say that they cannot be bought can be bought even easier. This is the essence of people. This is our hell.

I will tell you all your fucking life.

And your whole woven world is a lies of lies, died like a myth,

In the faces of empty ones, for pont and cheap cars.

The bitch bought makeup for beauty, but stupidly stained.

There are so many falsehoods in pink glasses

That I wish you sincerely evil.

My sparks in my eyes - reflect my hell,

Where half are burning.

The fire is wrong, but righteous,

And the truth is curled around the neck -

Clutching the sleepy artery, hello, my world.

I will be beaten in it and the haze is not where darkness is.

The needle pierced the heart, if not for the emptiness.

And someone knows that, ** yat, to do everyone, but ...

In fact, the common favorite is idle talk.

Fuck Off.

There are many facts, but my eyes shout, I believe like a sucker,

In the light, where in the darkness the demon pulls his hand to help.

While there is night, and the angels kiss their photo,

I am choking, from questions, who are you?

Do you really think that ... are you not like everyone else? Are you unique ...? People are blind. People are changing ... People do not understand where the light is, where is darkness. They think that a grayness is around ... or there is only light. But ... when you stand in the darkness, you understand ...

2. You p *** ec, brains and in the future of life,

Your dreams and goals have not received a challenge.

And the main thing is to love, but you are stupidly sleeping,

With a ring on the finger, and phrases for the surrounding cattle.

Was. Well, and I'm not Nostradamus,

But he suffered, the pain became like a native.

People swam with advice, boat in the ocean,

But it was not enough for everyone to catch up that you, like blots on a notebook.

For what you are lying. Glory? B ** yat, to whom did your whole retinue give up?

Tusa, graters, feelings of callous, albeit like stars, but

Why are your thoughts dark so.

Bitch. I do not ask to love, and to complain. Whom?

Who despises your Galim Pont? C'mon,

You hate it the same.

But your brain cells die more often.

And I go in delirium on blood spots on the floor.

Whose way to darkness, like my body in the snow ...

Frozen ... Rejoice, you can do everything.

In hell, everything is sold, people, monsters, stars.