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We are every day
Let the evil joke
When laziness bites
We shoot a prostitute
We fuck her
And inhale its taste
And who is she who
We don't, we don't understand
And each of her inhalation
Saturated with gray death
Dream that you will die
She wants to watch and
To finish it all
Do not wait for you to finish
Take your
And you can't remember her

She cries quietly
Crying crying crying
She knows what to do with her
Cannot be otherwise
She will endure shame to tears
How will his mother remember
She wants to die
And start all over again

And again the evening yes
And they call again
What happened to her yesterday
She does not remember
What will happen to her now
I cant answer
For two or hour
Will have to endure her again
Why did she leave
What has it become
The girl has grown up
The face became fucking
For all foreign fathers
She will solve problems
And instead of candies
For money takes members

And in her eyes
Tears sparkle
Lipstick on the lips
And crying crying cries
And tears will not curl up
From that selected road
In which they will divorce
For money her legs

And every Saturday
She goes to her friend
About dirty work
And how the hands shake
Everything complains to her
For which there is no
As worse and more painful
Her rot under this light
And who is to blame
And who made you
Your fucking soldier
That the horn instructed you
Maybe it is to blame
In the newspaper announcements
What they carried with them
At the ass adventure

And in her face
Despair and fatigue
Eyes are smeared
Cosmetics remained
And by the age of thirty
The task will not change
She takes a hundred grams
And crying crying cries