Johnny Nox - Бойцовский клуб - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tyler: Welcome to the Fight Club. That one who first came to the club - will take a fight.

Tyler: Your work, it is not you yourself ..

Like your money in the bank .. and your car ..

Like your wallet .., and your clothes ...

You are only a bunch of fooling life.

Permanent quarrels with you.

Work in shit dipped.

I swim through the flow of sludge.

But in the ring I am a predator, shark ..

No more pain, no agony.

The enemy lies in a puddle of his own blood.

I forgive you, all hurt phrases.

I left my anger today.

But you shout more stronger, you every time.

You strain my sado-maso.

We think about Paradise and about hell there is no time,

Spit to us on those whose hearts cuts sadness!

Unwanted children, we, God's tribe,

Perfection is not always fleeing, and let!

Does not occur in the nature of old animals,

After all, it is not possible to organize it, the possibility is not given.

But a bunch is found - predatory, hungry,

He fell ill, did not have time, - your fate was solved.

We have found deliverance, we are the blood brothers,

Our faces - in jam, fists want battle!

We lost doubts, do not go into rips,

Our goal is to measure where we are all in the wild!

Narrator: Only tough sounds of shocks came to hearing at times. Or bubble sobs when the fighter intercepted the breath.

Only there everyone understood that he was alive all alive.

Let me ..!

Tyler: First you must come to terms! You have to admit! Without fear .. Recognize that you will ever die.

Only losing everything to the end we gain freedom ..

Tyler: From these windows we will see how the sunset of financial history comes, another step towards economic equilibrium!

Narrator: When you think that you are dying, you are really listening, not just ..

Marla: Wait for your turn to speak?

Loss of all sorts of hopes, and there is freedom!

We reject postulates that are not authentic for us.

After the fight stalls the noise of the fashion world, care!

The essence of the Fight Club in the liberation of races (mind).

You can hardly, words - empty sound.

Much more important, - break your fright!

With you our life without trust,

Fur in a dumb concentration of evil.

Everything in the world lens to compare.

You do not know your life .. without reaching the end.

Perfect and easier not to find a response to life ..

It is stored on a jurka, which is built into the gun.

Now the whole world decided to stay, lay,

Jump on the grave, but there is no me!

(Sound of the accident)

Narrator: I have never got into an accident ... So that's what people who served as statistical material for my reports were survived ..

Tyler: Damn it! Ahaha! We were in the hairs from life!