LeanJe - БОГ
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Today is the last day when we can calmly talk to you. About how when you cross the line it becomes too late to look back and heal yourself
About how important it is for you to be here? About how much more I haven't had time to tell you? About whether you need this?
About how much do you need the final?

One day we will all reach the final
And everyone will say that they want to go back to the first round
The truth spreads, and the trace of the shadow where the herd sleeps
Tomorrow will see clearly where the run in the snowstorm to the walls of Islam
So and so, in any case you ended up in the catacombs,
If you are a homebody then remember, around you they don't talk about the deceased
For me it's fun to fuck these corpses, they froze lips with flame, melted pipes
They fucked a kind guy roughly, who thought correctly.
mouth fuck how many punch lines and references do you have
we fight to keep the family fed
we also bring wet flowers to the graves of guys
after all, this is life, in the plot of a scary movie

we need to change ourselves so that we don't want to kill ourselves, brother
so that people say fuck themselves, bitches want to get money if that's the case - bazaar!
but it seems to me now that there is no need to shoot,
there is so much of it without us - a bitter dream, if God is poison, in the school doors

one day we will not return home
one day we will take away your pain
a tomboy or the bravest little one
don't be afraid, because we will stay with you

Pain on wounds, much is little
The sun will replace this night one day
Soon it is true, maybe tomorrow
We will, someday, no longer be afraid
Pain on wounds, much is little
The sun will replace this night one day
Soon it is true, maybe tomorrow
We will, someday, no longer be afraid - to live

a false captain, and time is like water, big cities, where is the strength, brother?
Drunk Leningrad, my beloved fucking..., killed me about a year ago before I realized that something had to be changed
And your grief can't be rolled back
Life has crippled you, so suffer
What you wished for will come true
Woe will come from the street in the morning

But I didn't wish for a trip,
I ordered life
Bitch, don't even try to prove to me that I shouldn't talk about it
I didn't choose this, if it fell to me to bang my face on the tiles
To fall to the point of pain across the fields - but for fun!
Fucking wheel on the policy, city
So that you something talk about similar images

If you see fucking food shares for the sea of ​​chips - "I"
Story - a beggar uncle is looking for salt in food there, the sea is looking for yak
Brew, stupidly on bits, what to pray for you here
Praise me, streets, take it as a rule
Your weakness is your pale

Dew in the fields near me
The beauty of the earth near me, she whispers,
That there is eternity in it
And so sweetly attracts me to herself
But we know that it is still so early, early, early for us

Pain on wounds, much is little
The sun will replace this night one day
Soon, though, maybe tomorrow
We, someday, will no longer be afraid
Pain on wounds, much is little
The sun will replace this night one day
Soon, though, maybe tomorrow
We, someday, will no longer be afraid - to live

Eh, legendary year, 8 stages, thank you opponents and judges,
You decide what your final will be, will it be the last or is it just a springboard,
different music

Pain on wounds, much little
The sun will replace this night one day
Soon the truth,
God will appear... maybe tomorrow