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A year two thousand, this year will be difficult
Metal melts in the throat silence with a sharp moan
Dog pack lives according to its own laws
Someone is easier to bend, spinning under the fence
In the country of slaves and owners, the first back is bending
When the second at the expense of others live
Someone is bent with cancer, someone will be put on their knees
Before the bitch, fate is one at treason
For a year, two thousand seconds have not come for someone
On the graves of friends of alcohol and stalling crust
They lie next to their gray mothers
For those who remained in memory, we do not say goodbye to them
Someday there we will still meet in heaven
In words, dust, in the eyes of fear, blood froze on the lips
Fate bitch will not retreat
I hope the next year will still come for me
Year two thousand thirds divided everyone in the suit
The first those who settled down, finding their happiness
The second tried to get out of here, crawl out
But they were hoped, it is not easy to endure it in themselves
Now I don't rejoice, they cry over the lines
Which garbage bitches are burned with mail
Thirds resigned to see how they were breaking under fate
After all, those born for torment do not need happiness

Well, that’s all, wheels knock, pins knock
Rains go, rains go, and after a month frost will come
You don't wait for a stop, don't wait for me
OK it's all over Now

Year two thousand fourth, do not return the time brother
Someone gets to their feet of loss and losses
His eyes can be seen, his mother is sorry, not to blame
Someone survived earlier a couple of years ago
When completely kids, if the mother was not at home
He ran away from a drunken stepfather to those who are familiar
And someone found a shelter here anger at the world swallowed
But wipe tears, because he is still alive
A year two thousand fifth, it is impossible to transmit
Someone was looking for forgiveness, found, but late
Time gave a generation of children abandoned by the fathers
Tell me what will happen to those who grew up with your teeth
Many decide for themselves, in the fire of a scattered deck
Outside the window, Olya stole these years
A year two thousand sixth, it is worth mixing and living
More and more namesakes who cannot forgive
Those who have settled in life today laws from afar
Those whose faith was taken away, those who could not break through
Who is the night in the pre -trial detention center.
And those who once decided immediately resigned himself

Well, that’s all, wheels knock, pins knock
Rains go, rains go, and after a month frost will come
You don't wait for a stop, don't wait for me
OK it's all over Now

Year two thousand seventh, those who survived the few
Today are ready to pave the roads for themselves
Teeth, claws that they had lived before
Pressing anger at the world that then swallowed
Among the same lonely, one of many
Today is a place in life, and in childhood a shelter on the road
A year two thousand eighth, fate does not have anyone
Mother hope to understand and the Almighty will forgive
Of the ten commandments that the Lord issued
There was only one that I did not follow
Young strollers on the chest "There is no happiness in the residence of happiness"
Replacing the binning rat decreases another to power
A year two thousand nine, time has gone through many
And those who leave are now rushing at the feet
Handwritten shitty wishes only outgrowth
And in a couple of years, like those will try to get out
Someone will remember again how we loved each other
Standing on my, long overgrown grave

Well, that’s all, wheels knock, pins knock
Rains go, rains go, and after a month frost will come
You don't wait for a stop, don't wait for me
OK it's all over Now