gemmik - A stiff tells - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This guy, grieving for the dead, is in a phase of dry suffering and failure.

By then he had stayed, walking away casually with a smile.

But, lives as a requirement.

Even if the only thing this cell has sunk into sin is luck.

Possibly an unpleasant defeat at any time.

live like dirt

When the call comes, there is only my Hermitage, the man is rain.

It can be like a dirty howl; cannot be less than a current concubine.

When the call comes, there is only my Hermitage, the man is rain.

This can be through this dirt, a moment, through severe humiliation.

Wasn't the reason in my eyes, little dice?

He pursues your abnormal destiny with a burst of blue luck, until the night's watch of the moment, the faithful dead.

But, lives as a requirement.

Even if the only thing this cell has sunk into sin is luck.

Possibly an unpleasant defeat at any time.

When the call comes, there is only my Hermitage, the man is rain.

It can be like a dirty howl; cannot be less than a current concubine.

When the call comes, there is only my Hermitage, the man is rain.

It can be like a dirty howl; cannot be less than a current concubine.

When the call comes, there is only my Hermitage, the man is rain.

This can be through this dirt, a moment, through severe humiliation.

Of course, no pussy wants to persuade me, hold me, lucky with falling in love, casting a loving glance, living slander.

I make a plan, using the crack, the two of us inside something like a forest, begging for rain, a moment, through severe humiliation.

Incest,

Incest,

Incest.