Южные Головорезы - Кто Будет Следующим
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Who will be the next, who will be next?
Who will be next? A ?

Who will be the next?
In the list, loved ones and acquaintances
Those who are no longer with us, but in life left a trace
Who will make the memory of the memories again
And to suffer with the consciousness that everything is not fixed.
Yes, death is inevitable, like a shot in the back
One thing one is one, marking the collapse of the picture
Everything, there will be credits further, get up, leave
Hey guy, wipe tears, buy a girlfriend rose
In my soul, the names of my friends
Their life was mine, we lived that we were together
Bad news, they shared joy, made plans
Sometimes they swore arguing, dreamed of a pipe
To be precise, then that after many years again
We will meet, we will note everything, we will say something to each other
We will live a big life, it is undeniable
But here is another of our national team does not play ...

None of us know who started this tradition
What if you were born, you will certainly die
And personally, I do not believe in the exception to this law.
Although sometimes it hurts that somehow life inflicts wounds to us too early
And guardian angels throw without protection, like kittens in a bucket with a young tribe, to eat
Ridiculous coincidence of a tire by an accident
And the best go the first, and do not say goodbye
As if rushing on the embrasure breasts
So that other people are sleeping calmly
They went to bed, they knew that in the morning they would wake up
It's so hard not to bend under the weight of the void
After all, the next you can be, or I
So in whom the complexity of being will become isolated this time?
I peer into the score but I can't answer ...

In this world I live not the third, and not the fifth year
I don't know how many more of them will pass, and I don't want to guess
It is disgusting to wait! What cannot be avoided
As if it should, and it came to give
To the one who lent me this life, back
Defeated, in spots, all in holes and patches
Rumpled, no longer fashionable, broken
With iron money for weight
Unspeakable thoughts, words stupid
Well, how stupid, wait for your end!
Spind me Vincets, I better clap a stack, take off the beauty, and in the morning I'll go there
Where old Karga mows to believers and unbelievers
I'm tired of waiting, I will be next
The most next, in terms of the fact that after death there will be
Hey, who will condemn me?

We are people, so we are all mortals, well, everything is true.
But the soul is so bad, on other people's wake
There was a man, and not, and only in the pictures
In the albums of the old ones, he left something about himself
I ask everyone who will be a new applicant
Our brown -bearing, in the next world
Any newspaper, lacking information
On the reliability of the phenomenon of reincarnation
Who wants to try to make this report
He will cause a stir from the public reading
Not knowing literally nothing on this topic
Who will illuminate the problem? Bolder volunteers!
Look for your death at the ends of sick leave syringes, on the streets of the capital, on high -speed roads
Already quite a lot, you will no longer come
But it may be lucky someone, and he will return ...

Who will be the following in this line?
Mother in front of her daughter? Or vice versa?
She will survive, her child
And he will die in the diapers of the young, and who is behind him?