Johnyboy - В памяти - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It left and a lot, but I did not fall

I am moving with the same force

Fate was on the print as a gift

At least I did not ask her

here without a chance, and, I must admit,

I wanted to run away, but something did not let

I will not give up and I will stay forever

In memory of the whole world

Decomposing in everyday life, I unnecessary

Everyone who sent misfortune became in the mouth

You torn everything from me on the petal

You were given cunts and yelling: pussy!

I'm not in the wretches with the physical world, graters with spiritual

I remember how acquaintances were laughed over my outfit. And I go to all these, so that they do not stoke. What bought me all youth in a second gear. I handed over the bottles, flowers to buy to teachers. I went like a bitch, I asked me to torment me ? I ate the last forever a penny of my mother. Fuck it on a miracle, I could not forever wait for him. This is a swamp, garbage. It was so mean, vile. All of you showed the negative as if in photo courses. I am not a philosopher, it is not a god to embrace under the dominance of vices. Paris to fuck everyone who is against, take superiority over rock.

But do not regret me, fucking, hug and cry. This track pride for yourself, statement of facts. Oh God, you are crazy! Baby, but he fucks

The Lord will never give a person a cross, heavier than what he can carry. I agree, this is all the most persistent here. The Demons will turn me on their bloody massacre.

But it is a pity, only for the worse the picture changes. Schlyuh-Sud, come here and try to finish. Missis, his mother, Fatum. I am cruel to you. You wanted a low bow, you are the highest deity. But you won’t achieve that I fell here, you crushed me, Swal. I don’t know if you can change you, but you changed me, creature

So take yourself, bitch, white slippers

Everything has returned karmically - this is the effect of a butterfly

Fate, I hit you? Do you foam, bastard?

Okay, I'll forgive you, if you change tomorrow

It left and a lot, but I did not fall

I am moving with the same force

Fate was on the print as a gift

At least I did not ask her

here without a chance, and, I must admit,

I wanted to run away, but something did not let

I will not give up and I will stay forever

In memory of the whole world

The second wife of the dad was public in public,

But as soon as we were left alone and called me a bastard. I saw her through and through, she could not stand it. We will have a child, I won’t give your dad you! Go to my mother-alcoholic and shmara, a kid, or I will tell you yours Dad, that you rummaged to me pockets, fucking.

They will always believe her. She is my stepfather,

But now, in order to drink her pussy, I am prayed enough. My grandmother said: the women broke your dad’s life. Your mother is especially especially for your mother. Bitch, I never understood to be with her fucking

I was, like a spoiled phone, from various sources to me info. It was such that, having folded everything, it would turn out that no one else loves me. Table, how many years I was: very little or little? When my grandmother asked: who do you want to live with , with mom or dad? And I believed either left or right, moved away from a devoted mother,

Not a single family photo for memory, only a family drama. They convinced: it would be better here. I cried in the pillow. We fell asleep, looked at the ninja turtles and my mother burst with the cops.

I kept a grudge against her all my childhood that I was separated from my dad, and in the end, for the last six years, I didn’t get a single call from relatives. Mam stayed with me, although we see often sometimes, sometimes,

But we are close. And Dad, fucking, I hear, try to contact you. You lived a hundred meters from me, now 30 kilometers. I would have congratulated on the day, I call you myself, but there is no subscriber on the network.

They say: you thump strongly, because you forget your son.

Fuck, tell me everything as it was, we’ll drink a beer glass together. I want to understand your position that I broke you, dad. You are excellent! Good, like me. Sorry, that he drove on you mat. Now I understand you better. I’m ashamed and in vain, probably, I destroyed you alcoholic paradise. I am afraid that you will leave, and I will not have time to say that I forgave, call it, get out and give a little happiness for my son