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Цял живот ЖИВОТНО
Не държа да живея във удобство
Избягвам некофртния ви лукс
Не искам скритото ви робство
Ще живея както искам на всеки на пук
Цял живот животно, Цял живот животно
Цял живот животно, Цял живот животно
Правя грешки след грешки, трупам куп забележки
Проблеми създавам, но пък други решавам
Не се пера често, нося скъсани дрехи
Нямам най-добър приятел, но и сам не оставам
Изпуснах възможности, поднесени ми на тепсия
Но аз не съжалявам и не вдигам олелия
Станалото, станало, да гледаме напред
For my wasted life I will never regret
All the life an animal
I don’t want to live in comfort
I avoid your uncomfortable luxury
I don’t want your hidden slavery
I will live as I want against every opinion
All the life an animal
All the life an animal
All the life an animal
I do mistake after mistake, I’m getting a pile of remarks
I create problems, but I solve other
I don’t do laundry often and my clothes are ripped
I don’t have a best friend but I am never alone
I missed opportunities brought to me on a tray
But I don’t regret and I don’t cry about it
What’s done is done let’s look forward
For my wasted life I will never regret
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Priatel [Friend]
02:30
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Religii [Religions]
02:36
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Umriah [I died]
02:43
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Умрях
Когато се споминах и отидох на небето
Ритнах със ботуш тежко райските врати
И с музика позната огромна порта се отвори
Видях пред мен гигантска банка да гори
Видях пред мен гигантска банка да гори х3
Небето бяше ясно и отрупано с’ звезди
Но от него висяха полицейски глави
Стари приятели си пиеха край скара
А до тях се разлагаха мъртви фашисти
А до тях се разлагаха мъртви фашисти х3
Имаше басейн напълнен с кръв от милионери
Политици, дипломати, бизнесмени и банкери
На ринг от бодлива тел и счупени бутилки
Се биха путин, тръмп и ердоган със извадени очи
Се биха путин, тръмп и ердоган със извадени очи х2
със извадени очи х6
със извадени от нас очи
I died
When I passed away and I went to the sky
I boot heavily the eden’s (paradise’s) doors
And with familiar music the huge gate got opened
I saw in front of me a giant bank to burn
I saw in front of me a giant bank to burn
I saw in front of me a giant bank to burn
The sky was pure and full of stars
But somehow from it there were hanging policemen’s heads
Old friends were drinking around a grill
And next to them were rotting dead fascists
next to them were rotting dead fascists
dead fascists
There was a poll filled with blood of millionaires
Politicians, diplomats, businessmen and bankers
On a ring of barbed wire and broken bottles
Were fighting putin, trump and erdogan with poked out eyes
Were fighting putin, trump and erdogan with poked out eyes
Were fighting putin, trump and erdogan with poked out eyes
With poked out eyes
With poked out eyes
With poked out eyes
With poked out eyes
With poked out eyes from us
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Alchnost [Greed]
02:45
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Алчност
Защо следи ни алчността проклета
Върви след нас, оставя зли следи
Защо преследва ни безспирно тази алчност
И никога не ще се насити
Пълзи, извива се във тъмнината
С крака безбройни, слюзести
Остава ли незабелязана понякога
Или с измама ще ни заблуди
Алчен гъз
Алчен гъз кръв сере
Не всеки ще я забележи
Не трябва телескоп, а отворени очи
В банкера, офис-мениджър или невежи
Във който искаш, сам си избери
Сред всяка щедрост има алчност
Не се оставяй заслепен
Не се унасяй, дръж се буден
Или ще останеш наранен
Why is chasing us the damned greediness
It walks behind us, it leaves evil traces
Why is following continuously this greediness
And it never has enough
It creeps and it twists in the darkness
With countless, slimy legs
Does it remains unspotted sometimes
Or with deceit it will blind us
Greedy ass, greedy ass shits blood
Not everyone will spot it
It doesn’t need a telescope, but open eyes
In the banker, businessman, or the ignorant
Whoever you want you choose by yourself
In every generosity there is a greediness
Don’t let yourself to be fooled
Don’t fall asleep, keep yourself awake
Or you gonna remain hurt
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Наистина ли искаме да те нараним
Наистина ли искаме да те нараним
За винаги живота ти жалък да сменим
Желаем наистина ли злото
На всеки заслужил е каквото
Наистина ли искаме да те нараним
Защо ли теб избрахме да виним
За никой нямаше ти никва милостиня
Сега твоите молитви ще са глас в пустиня
Наистина желаем да те нараним
И в жалкия ти живот зло да сторим
Желаем да платиш за твоите злини
Да помниш всяка мъка чак до старини
Забравили ли за своя грях?
Нищо, вече стъпнал в гроба си със крак!
Желаем силно да те нараним
И след това от радост ще крещим
Do we really want to hurt you
Do we really want to hurt you
To change you miserable life forever
Do we really want the evil
To everyone who deserves what
Do we really want to hurt you
Why did we found you to blame
For no one you had mercy
Now your prays will be a voice in the dessert
Do we really want to hurt you
To change you miserable life forever
Do we really want the evil
To everyone who deserves what
Do we really want to hurt you
Why did we found you to blame
For no one you had mercy
Now your prays will be a voice in the dessert
We really want to hurt you
And in your miserable life to make a evil
We want you to pay for your cruelties
To remember every suffer until you are old
Did you forget about your sin?
Never mind you had stepped in the grave with a foot
We really want to hurt you
And after that we gonna shout from happiness
Do we really want to hurt you
Do we really want to make you cry
Do we really want to hurt you
And make your brain a stinky pie
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