Schokk - Блудный сын
текст песни

I am for 30 years.
I used to be a dog.
On the street differently.
Correct people with him.
But afraid of loneliness, stupidity.
If Germany is the land of fathers.
I'm a prodigal son, returned with nothing.
Parents have unused shelter, and overnight.
And one-time at all.
My soul did not leave this labyrinth.
Familiar alleys and walls.
Bamberg city.
My homeland Germany.
Both Franklin.
Lonely wolf in yellow headphones.
I, as always, go through the streets at night.
With grin brand.
Kiss me in the ass.
Character of man-fruitful.
Pots honest society.
Does not tolerate audacious personalities.
My train to rumble.
I was given from home.
Away from the troubles with a bottle of Roma.
But I'm used to the way and live like zombies.
So as we say the team when ...
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There is little change.
Little leads to an end.
There is everyone here.
A pair of solid fists to face.
The same production and pop legs on the forehead.
Only barygs are younger.
But everything is also sold.
On the.
Groceryoms, speedos.
Coconut lawyers.
Cracies on the veins.
From mouth steam locomotive.
Goods for separation.
Drug Lovetonos.
Loch go to the cop.
And the price is under demand.
Lishe series.
But Palevo Fact here.
I go mobile.
I Will Discard Too.
Buy or sell a friend.
It depends on what you need.
Path in hp or frankfourd.
Multicult and there will be anger and fear.
Berlin City of pregnant sisters.
In scarves.
Above it God and Allah.
Play in Shai Amat.
And as soon as the Shah and Mat.
Shee on the neck rope.
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Someone fled from the scoop.
Someone from the Middle East.
And sense?
Parents with diplomas.
Factory or construction.
Mom we are all seriously sick.
We are all patients.
In Russian-speaking local prisons.
70 percent.
Generation of morons.
Alkash fathers.
Leave mothers and wives.
Kneeling at the grave.
Cops of the enemies.
But God forbid something.
Everyone will drop 110.
And only to let go.
I joy will sing songs.
On the will we are all heroes.
And all the law of Omert.
And one who is louder than all yells.
Pretty.
Remember it.
Say Treplo.
It starts to go every second approximately.
For me, life change.
How to change the apartment.
Itself is not capable of.
Do not criticize me.
I say I know.
Survived.
Seeing and.
In this film you are sitting in chairs.
Spectators.
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Noise and gams in this lair is terrible.
But all night long to dawn.
I read poems to prostitutes.
Patch up with both nostrils.
Noise and gams in this lair is terrible.
But all night long to dawn.
I read poems to prostitutes.
Patch up with both nostrils.