Батины рассказы - Трансплантолог
текст песни

I catch other people's souls here.
Come to me, my lost son.
I won't hurt you.
And I'll pay you well.

I'll only take your kidney.
Or a piece of your liver.
You can go wherever you want.
Living without a kidney isn't shameful.

I am the black doctor of your souls.
I make money from carcasses.
I am a black transplant surgeon.
Cutting up bodies is my destiny.

I can help everyone.
Who wants money, stand in line.
Who's on a losing streak?
Now I'll give you a loan.

I've saved many different people.
Who's fallen into the abyss of life.
If you're already at the bottom.
Come to me quickly.

I am the black doctor of your souls.
I make money from carcasses.
I am a black transplant surgeon.
Cutting up bodies is my destiny.

I don't consider myself a demon.
I will help you with Stress
After all, different people are needed
After all, different people are important

My value is always growing
After all, the rich are lucky on their journey
Demand creates supply
After all, skill is important in business

I am the black doctor of your souls
I make money from carcasses
I am a black transplant surgeon
It is my destiny to cut up bodies