Opened the car door sat on the bench boldly felt like a
child who didn't get the gift he wanted from Santa
sat behind the wheel of the car thinking how could a person
he cared about think rationally try bombs in the cabbage garden
grow up, he's a man, everybody's a man
it's like tomorrow, he started the car, it started to rain
I'm spinning my head, I'm sorry, no, I don't hate
I was raised so that I never got a belt or a rivet < br/>turned to the right at the crossroads, listened to the planet of the bad guys
almost hit a passerby from the feeling who was under fire
turning and crowding between cars, what planet do we live in
I don't know how to say if someone who just walks up to the road stops
the car stabs the car before the call was made from Alfalt
his body was found
Look behind the fairy tales connected as screams
sleeping in the hug this night, this night in the ambush of shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime ¶Ã¶ Crime. Crime
Crime. Crime.
Why are you crying mommy, I'll tell you how big you'll be
I promise, a mother sniffing the child in the middle of the room answers when
youth is already over with a few gray hairs on the back of your head
sweater puffs nervously smoke comes from the nose
heavily smoked sighs like it's the last day he knew that
work will come out once it's here this day must disappear
one of us the man walked outside quietly beyond expectations
he tamed himself surprisingly well
Davai taxi, I've decided to go
chick put on a coat not wool it's made of plastic
half more waterproof as well plastic bag, taxi in front after mintsa, yellow 01 quickly packed a bag mother seven
doesn't pay any attention daughter flies out the door without noticing
slips on the road in rubber boots no managed to put
brake on this rain-soaked zivil.
Look behind the fairy tales linked together as screams
I fall asleep in the hug this night, in the ambush of the shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime ¶Ã¶ Crime. Crime
Crime. Crime.
Ice around the neck and heat on the waist, this
famous robber finds himself at work again, turns off the lights in an apartment where there is no
furniture there he spends the day in the evening it is in the north now it is in the morning
ahead the moon shines from behind a cloud under which rain is falling
staring once at the sky while getting an umbrella from the house
taking a step forward, the car almost runs him down, he doesn't
think for a long time grabbed the knife, opened the door, cut the knife blood
flowed, this cut killed the body on the asphalt
jumped the steering wheel off him i only whistle of wet rubber,
dodging in front of the cars in the opposite direction, took a left
from the first cross, the gas stopped the car in the rune, looked in the rear view
mirror and there is no ment in the back of the head when he gets under the wheels
or The little girl fell.
Look behind the fairy tales linked together as screams
I fall asleep in the embrace of this night, in the ambush of the shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime ¶Ã¶ Crimetöö crimetöö
Kuritöö crimetöö.

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