плохие белые - итак
текст песни

So, you decided that you have enough to live,
In you, the desire was born to kill yourself,
There are no reasons for life, you are completely sure
That the father’s gun will save you from problems

The barrel in the mouth! Shot! A weakened hand
None of the acquaintances knows yet
The twelfth caliber ... a hole in the head,
Broken life ... Blood on the wall ...

Red cover, black bows,
Quiet feast, you did everything ...
A hole in the ground, it's all to you now,
That's how you and you were from your losses

Is this what you were striving for?
What do you want? And what have you achieved?
I solved my problems -a straight -up immediately to hell,
But for some reason, no one is happy about your act

Chorus:
Life flew by, but no one noticed
Fragments of leaves fall from the sky
Eternity scattered them in different parts of the light
Blood is dripping from the tip of the brush ...

Dark night, lonely window,
An uneven farewell letter is written,
Disappointment captures the soul,
Everything is already for her - everything was decided ...

The day before she had a fight with you,
And in crazy despair, she returned home,
Who is more to blame for sure, for sure
Love fell apart like a sand castle

A familiar face is frozen sadness,
Cold skin, cold look into the distance,
Dark strip - mascara trace of tears ...
Doors wide open, no more grunts

Among the items near the mirror, a disassembled machine,
Mother cries quietly and a lump in the throat,
Even God will not help call, do not call,
And it doesn’t matter what you say near the bath in the blood ...
Chorus

He must save the world in fire
If he does as the leader tells him
He must get up and he must go
And it doesn't matter on the street snow or rain

Confused in life, became a victim of demagogy
He is now not a person, but a product of ideology
To common sense now to appeal in vain
There was a man - the cannon meat became

Slender ranks of the same faithful as he
The whole world in a line is a standard of life
The first task and he will complete it
Will go to the store and pull the ring

He is sure that he will become a saint after death
And his soul will forever find complete peace
He will prove his faith and strength to the whole world
Having killed innocent citizens on the way to their grave
Chorus

Vodka a bottle, then got behind the wheel,
He didn’t want to kill himself,
His body was found by a road patrol
And he slept and saw a dream when he flew to death

Suicide - a terrible diagnosis
He learned from the doctor that he was incurablely sick
And again life ended in advance
And the rope hugged his neck with a loop

A strip of failure at work and in life,
He chose the last nightmare for himself,
Smell of gasoline pitch of sulfur
And the body darted like a fire ball

Wind in the face, the last step in life
I just had to do it at the edge of the bridge,
Nothing holds him in this life
And the grave will be cold water to him ...

The second life, hmm mm, is so unprecedented,
Poisoned by gas or went out the window,
No one will ever resurrect the second time,
This happens only in the cinema