SoporJester - Танталовы муки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Benjamin Moon, 36 years old, programmer. He was sentenced to six years of imprisonment in a maximum security colony, guilty of the death of his own wife.

Well, as they say, love always comes suddenly;

She was beautiful, and everything was with her ...

And by the way, you can call me Ben, but it is not so important

Since my story is more important anyway.

Ha! Well, let's start! So, my love.

She came completely suddenly, like a shah and a mat committed by a horse.

Her name was Susan, was busy in surgery,

And, in principle, it was good such a woman, but only in appearance.

Smiled charmingly,

And very prudent

on our fifth date

I put on a corset and knuckles in a net.

Of course, I understood what she needed from me,

And that night, the boundaries between hell and paradise were already eager for me.

But, in principle, I was joyful to meet with her;

Meet, communicate, and just intersect.

For a few months she became my Madonna,

And a few months later, she became my wife.

It's just air, illusion,

You breathe a lie.

Damn it, life with you - Tantalov flour!

My review is closed by the fog.

I see nothing ...

But know, I hate you passionately!

And who could predict that she was such a bitch? Ha,

I assured me - "I will not deceive, just believe me."

I did not notice completely obvious things

Because I was in love with stupid, oh-hee!

I never allowed emotions to prevail over me

And here - covered with a wave, straight with a head.

I don’t remember now what I was an idiot,

When I forgave her treason, and the strange loss of my phone.

Further - cooler, wait, then I just did not believe it,

But she took the money from my wallet,

And then she said - "This is my money!"

And so here she is, in all seriousness,

I cleaned me day after day

So insulting without pain.

At each of my interrogation, she said that this is all ours,

And definitely not mine. Well, you understand what's next.

And gradually, with each of her intrigue against me

I began to hate her more than myself.

It's just air, illusion,

You breathe a lie.

Damn it, life with you - Tantalov flour!

I wander in this fog.

I see nothing ...

But know, I hate you passionately!

As the unfortunate tantalized in the kingdom of the dead, I longed for the truth,

But no one gave this truth to me how sad it is ...

As a result, one magical evening

flowing to a sweet night

I could not stand it,

And at first he shouted that there was urine,

Then he grabbed his father’s shotgun hanging nearby.

She screamed so funny - "dear, please, do not!"

He charged him well, caught up with his sweet Susan,

And first he pierced her head, and then cut her gum.

Pluted around the apartment,

washed the woman in the toilet,

slashed on the skin

Blinded it later,

And the blood flowed everything, and I cut out my heart,

It drove the air - with rage, I, with all my strength, smeared a piece of meat of my beloved woman into the wall,

So juicy and fresh.

As a result, I was left alone in a large bloody apartment.

Not to say that I am unhappy - there was a relationship.

What is the irony, the hell is it, and something is not clean here -

A life system of life has lost a simple programmer.

It's just air, illusion,

You breathe a lie.

Damn it, life with you - Tantalov flour!

But I was still able to disperse the fog

And now I see everything ...

You know, I hate you passionately!