Текст вашей любимой песни

[Maer]

не то чтобы любимая, но передаёт настроение:
Pain - Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
lives in a dream,
waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
no one comes near,
look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name,
nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
no one was saved.

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

[Sheck]

intro к спанч бобу.

пандыши- угроза ядерной войны.

угроза ядерной войны меня нисколько не ебёт, и в этом нет моей вины.
все мысли только о тебе , я думал скоро всё пройдёт , но ты приходишь в мои сны.

селёдки плавают в море,
по небу птицы летают,
коты сидят на заборе, лениво зевают.
прохожих давят машины,
машины красные шины,
пропить цветной телевизар твёрдо решил я.

угроза ядерной войны меня нисколько не ебёт, и в этом нет моей вины.
все мысли только о тебе , я думал скоро всё пройдёт , но ты приходишь в мои сны.

[D_N]

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sah
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor poor me-isrealite



Bb7
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sah
Bb7
So that every mouth can be fed
Eb7 Fb7 Bb7 C#7
Poor poor me-isrealite



Wife and kids, dem pack up and a leave me
Darling she said i was yours to receive
Poor poor me-isrealite



Shirt dem a tear up, trousers a go
I don't want to end up like bonnie and clyde
Poor poor me-isrealite



After a storm there must be a calm
Catch me in your farm you sound an alarm
Poor poor me-isrealite



(repeat from beginning and fade with
Poor poor me-isrealite)

одна из любимых

[HUSTLER]

I'm a street walking cheater with a hand full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of a nuclear A-bomb
I am the world's forgotten boy

The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Look out honey, 'cause mutant technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Solar radiation in the dead of night

Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike a plan
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, tell em, take my mind

I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy

The one who's searchin' only to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy

[HUSTLER]

кстати это иги и студжес

[Sheck]

кстати это иги и студжес

крутой)

[BILLYT]

Nofx - Whoops I OD'd

Whoops I OD'd, shortness of breath, call ambulance, tell my wife i love her
error in judgement cut my life, no second chance,no guiding light
i never meant to cause you pain
i never thought i'd be the one who took the fall
i got lost in the moment, assholes like to test the limit

six minutes down, breathing machine, brain not feel right
the look on you is killing me, drowning in shame
but don't feel bad, cuz i never feard consequences
hate regrets more than apologies
a year has passed, like photographs, my life is just
a scrapbook of old friends and faded memories
looks like i pulled the rub out from under myself
the falls too much for me to recover from
it's been real fun but now i must say goodbye, I'll see you all at Okie Dogs

[LockDog]

Dr.Dre-a nigga witta gun

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
Or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
Goddamn! Cos it's the city
And for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

D-R-E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
And kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
That a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

[Sheck]

Dr.Dre-a nigga witta gun

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
Or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
Goddamn! Cos it's the city
And for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

D-R-E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
And kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
That a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

******!!!
это ты сам писал...

[LockDog]

да не .. ты че..прост полазил в инете и нашел текст этой песни и скопировал))ухаххаха)))ну ты дал))

[Dep]

Многоточие - что стоит.

Я так часто оставался один с душой разломанной,
Строки что долго рождал на полу обрывками.
Грустят со мной среди кучи хлама, еще одна драма.
Очередной тупик в конце дороги.
Ноги еще могут идти, но идти некуда.
Ломаю голову, провожу рукой по лицу,
Сухая кожа - по ходу слезы капают внутрь.
Может быть возраст, а может просто усталость.
Винить во всем себя, что стоит это чувство,
Когда молодость снаружи - внутри старость.
Стараюсь жить, но опять стаканом о пол бьюсь.
Стоит ли искать то, что потеряешь позже?
Стоит эта боль тех радостных мгновений?
Стоят годы мучений нескольких счастливых минут?
Мираж рая, если ад есть, то он тут.
Я понимаю струны из пивом залитой гитары.
Скулы сжаты в отражении, взгляд беспечен.
О Боже, как много ходов, как много путей,
Для наших душ павших вновь твои двери откроют,
И каждый наконец поймет, Что стоит...

Что стоит эта ночь без сна,
Что стоит этот день без мечты,
Что стоит одиночество без конца
И жизнь без любви...

Отсутствие пользы от самого же себя,
Вступая с сильными в спор, при этом громко молча.
Ни щита, ни меча, рукава засуча.
Дождавшись света луча, пришлось оставить тень палача.
Свои грехи волоча в мешки на сбитых плечах.
Когда сгорела мечта, так как сгорает свеча,
Ее уже не вернуть, даже если громко крича.
Зовут врача, плачут - это ничего не значит.
Путают прием со сдачей, друг друга дурачат,
Но там в этапе что-то не контачит, напряжение скачет.
Сбой в системной программе, пустота на экране,
Нету струн на гитаре, нас укрыли цветами.
Может просто устали существовать, перестали
Слышать то, что нам всегда пытались сказать,
Вопрос пытались задать: Что стоим мы с вами?

Что стоит эта ночь без сна,
Что стоит этот день без мечты,
Что стоит одиночество без конца
И жизнь без любви...

Я так долго искала то, чего еще не знала,
Думала нашла любовь, оказалось рваной раной.
Снова опечатаны двери моей души,
В глазах - угли, а не огни, реальность скушала мечты мои,
А жизнь перевернула сны.
Брожу одна по осенним тротуарам,
В глазах держу слезы, улыбаюсь парам,
Стараюсь жить дальше. Быть может, так оно и надо?
Может, одничество моя награда? Правда.
Но я этому совсем не рада.

Что стоит эта ночь без сна,
Что стоит этот день без мечты,
Что стоит одиночество без конца
И жизнь без любви...

[LockDog]

слышал...так себе

[Sheck]

чувак, прикола не понимаешь

[LockDog]

да да))лоханулся и теперь отмазываешься))

[родион]

демиен марли - велкам ту джамрок
[Intro]
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
[Verse 1]
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van bag
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And they don\'t know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
And won\'t think twice to shoot you
Don\'t make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tuff things come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don\'t have it
Rastafari stands alone!
[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random
Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
theem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election they trick we
And they don\'t do nuttin at all
Come on let\'s face it, a ghetto education\'s basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when they waste it, that\'s when they take the guns and replace it
Then them don\'t stand a chance at all
And that\'s why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Them a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet
[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!
[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock

[Maer]

и опять же под теперешнее настроение:


I'm lazy when I'm lovin', I'm lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speaking, I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin' and I'm lazy when I talk

I open up my mouth, it comes rushin' out
Nothin', doin' nadda, never, how you like me now
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy, lucky lady, dancin', lovin' all the time

I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ooooh, don't you wanna save me

Some folks they got money an' some folks lives are sweet
Some folks make decisions an' some folks clean the streets, now
Imagine what it feels like, imagine how it sounds
Imagine life is perfect an' everything works out

No tears are fallin' from my eyes
I'm keepin' all the pain inside
Now don't you wanna live with me
I'm lazy as a man can be

I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ooooh, don't you wanna save me

Imagine there's a girlfriend, imagine there's a job
Imagine there's an answer, imagine there's a God
Imagine I'm a Devil, imagine I'm a saint
Lazy money, lazy sexy, lazy outta space

No tears are fallin' from my eyes
I'm keepin' all the pain inside
Now don't you wanna live with me
I'm lazy as a man can be

I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ooooh, don't you wanna save me

Lazy when I work, lazy on the bed
Screamin' all you like, but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm prayin', lazy on the job
Got a lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy father

Hard men, hard lives
Hard keepin' it all inside
Good times, good God
I'm so lazy I almost stop

I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ooooh, don't you wanna save me

I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ooooh, don't you wanna save me

[Traktar]

Clockwork Times – В конце Тоннеля

К1:
В конце тоннеля вижу свет
И он надежду падаёт …
На то, что наше время
Какданибудь придёт…

Он разгоняет чорный цвет,
Он разгоняет грязь и мрак
И на него со злобным воем,
Стаи бешеных сабак…

Припев:
И это время впереди ,
Оно не ведает преград
Сметает на сваём пути
Холодный ветер, дождь, и град

И словно яркий солнца луч
Порвёт оковы небосвода
И вот тогда… оуоооо
Вот тогда - ….
ВАСТАРЖЕСТВУЕТ СВОБОДА!!!

К2:
И скаждым разом всё сильней
Всё ярче свет из темноты
Он так безжалостен к врагам
Смерти им не обойти…

Его незя остановить…
И разбежаться кто куда
Нельзя сломить, нельзя убить
Победа раз и навсегда…

Припев:
И это время впереди ,
Оно не ведает преград
Сметает на сваём пути
Холодный ветер, дождь, и град

И словно яркий солнца луч
Порвёт оковы небосвода
И вот тогда… оуоооо
Вот тогда - ….
ВАСТАРЖЕСТВУЕТ СВОБОДА!!!

К3:
И каждый яркий солнца луч
Это мы с тобой…
Ответь мне на один вопрос…
Выслушав ты врага доволен ?

Закрывая на замок…
Ты помогаешь сам себе
А кто поможет кроме нас
НАШЕЙ СОБСТВЕНОЙ СТРАНЕ!!!

[Helkern]

Limp Bizkit - Gimme The Mic

Hold up it's the motherfuckin' concrete
Suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip
Poppin' all you copies
Who keep waterin' down shit
Thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit
Your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits
Fuck all of that shit
Fuck all of you posers
Let go of the mic kid
Step into a world that you've never seen
When i'm fiening for a microphone
I'm a microphone fiend
Bring on the motherfuckin' cutthroat,
Territorial piss off
Spit the deadly and ready for lift-off
Who's getting their shit tossed?
Is it the one kid running his mouth
That he's sucking his thumb with?
You're damn straight
I'll put it right in 'em
No anti-venom for the buck-buck
See a world that you've never seen
When i'm fiening for a microphone,
I'm a microphone fiend
[chorus]
Give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all
Give me a mic y'all
Give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all
I'm out of sight y'all
I'm out of sight y'all
I'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all
You know it
You know it
Hold up, check out the motherfuckin' tv
Same song, same bands everyday, fuck that
I'll blow those motherfuckers away, you wantin'
To hear some heavy ass metal that can
Penetrate deep into your ear drums?
Turn it up, motherfucker
Turn it up, motherfucker
Turn it up and step into a world that you've never seen
When i'm fiening for a microphone, i'm a microphone
Fiend
[chorus]
It's a crazy crazy world playing crazy
Crazy shit on this crazy radio, I'm really sick of
I'm a fool to think the blame goes away
Such a fool to take the blame and run away

I'm a fool to think the blame goes away
Such a fool to take the blame...

[Helkern]

Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff

It's just one of those days
Where ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker!
It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit lettin' shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit talkin' that shit

It's just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm fuckin' up your program
And if you're stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get fucked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker!
It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bullshit.
I think you better quit lettin shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit, punk
So come and get it

I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now I'm dangerous
We've all felt like shit
And been treated like shit
All those motherfuckers, they want to step up
I hope ya know
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break something tonight
Give me something to break

I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break your fuckin' face tonite

Give me something to break
Just give me something to break
How 'bout your fuckin' face?

I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what?
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, a mutherfuckin' chainsaw, what?
Some and get it

It's all about the he said she said bullshit.
I think you better quit lettin shit slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bullshit
I think you better quit talkin that shit
So come and get it

[Helkern]

Limp Bizkit - No Sex

Went too fast
Way too soon
I feel disgusted and you should too
It's no good when all that's left is the sex

Sex has become all I know about you
Memories of those filthy things that we do
There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you
Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in

Wait... it's my ass
Your perfume
It makes temptation hard to refuse
So I guess we undressed
To have sex
Dirty sex

Sex has become all I know about you
Memories of those filthy things that we do
There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you
Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in

You couldn't respect yourself
I couldn't respect myself
I realize that I'm worth more than that
Realize I mean more than that

Should've left my pants on this time
But instead you had to let me dive right in
Should've left my pants on this time
You let me dive right in


ЗЫ

Если кто хочет-могу переводы скинуть)) прикольные

[Бланковый Вписочник]

Злобный повар Константин в пищу подложил стрихнин.
Очень вкусный был обед - дверь открылась на тот свет.
Трупы кучами лежат, человек сто пятьдесят.
Аппетитный был стрихнин, в нем - бесценный витамин!
(С воодушевлением):
Злобный повар Константин
В пищу подложил стрихнин!

вот еще
МОЗГИ С ДЕФЕКТОМ
В психбольницу ты попал
С небоскр*** ты упал
Череп свой ты раздробил
Мозги сильно повредил…
Здесь д***льных много, мозг у всех тупой
Веселятся психи вместе с сатаной
В женском туалете - посиневший труп,
Закусали до смерти психи медсестру.
На футбольном поле не было мяча,
По воротам били головой врача.
Сумасшедший дом оголодал,
Съеден медицинский персонал.

и еще
Алкоголик - некрофил санитаром в морге был,
И, конечно, мертвым девкам делать вещи он любил.
Труп девичий целовал, ему ноги раздвигал,
Дальше догадайся сам, что он с ним проделывал.

Все сбываются мечты, в морге - конкурс красоты,
Алкоголик-некрофил - самый главный член жюри.
Куча мертвых женских тел, в морге - дьявольский гарем,
Алкоголик-некрофил вещи делает им всем

[не отсюда]

Im not sober all the time

You bring me down at least you try

Until we see this eye to eye

I dont want you



I must be running out of luck

Cause youre just not drunk enough to fuck

And now Ive had it up to here

I dont, I dont want you



It took so long to see

You walked away from me

When I need you

Wake up Im pounding on the door

Im not the man I was before

Where the hell are you

When I need you

Wake up Im pounding on the door

I wont hurt you anymore

Where the hell are you

When I need you



Im not angry all the time

You push me down at least you try

Until we see this eye to eye

I dont want you



It took so long to see

You walked away from me

When I need you

Wake up Im pounding on the door

Im not the man I was before

Where the hell are you

When I need you

Wake up Im pounding on the door

I wont hurt you anymore

Where the hell are you

When I need you



It took so long to see

You walked away from me

When I need you



Wake up Im pounding on the door

Im not the man I was before

Where the hell are you

When I need you

Wake up Im pounding on the door

I wont hurt you anymore

Where the hell are you

When I need you

[не отсюда]

не то чтобы любимая, но передаёт настроение:

Breathe,
Trust,
Bless me,
And her loose,
Climb hard,
Never be seen,
Closed off,
Rescue to free,
And just bless me.

Too side of time,
Your rebirth can't hurt,
Branch out behind,
The pain.

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me.

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me!

Had to turn,
They doubt,
You're sting of disease,
Phase you,
Ouch,
You seem this courage, (?)
Go on,
Confusing this soul,
Hold my breathe,
Til you rupture!

Three days a sign,
Your rebirth can't hurt,
Branch out behind,
The pray. (?)

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me.

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me!

Like a leech,
I hold on,
As if we belonged,
To some,
Precious pure dream,
Cast off,
You see what's beneath,
Now fail me!

Faulty closure,
Faulty closure,
Faulty closure,
Faulty closure!

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me!

Rahh!

Closure has come to me,
Myself,
You will never belong,
To me!

TO ME!!!

RAHHH!!!

GO!!!

[degot]

Бетономешалка мешает бетон,
Бригада строителей жрет самогон.

Прораб Петрович, в доску пьян,
Спать устроился в мешалке,
Электрик Степа пуск нажал
На бетонной скороварке.

Бригада строителей жрет самогон,
В бетономешалке кровавый раствор.
Тесто с мясом хорошо
Здесь уже перемешалось
Этим вкусным пирогом
Вся бригада объедалась…

Бетономешалка - алкоголизм
Бетономешалка - каннибализм

[Maer]

в воскресенье утром судорожно вспоминал текст этой песенки:

Последний раз был трезв
Был солнечный день
Было жарко, я очнулся и с трудом отполз в тень
Никотин был на завтрак , потом я резко встал
Выпил чашку пива и все резко осознал !!!
Что было вчера просто ужасно
До кого-то момента я помню все прекрасно
Все было так прилично, зачем же я бухал
И только что я остро и внезапно осознал
Водка плохо! Водка плохо!
Диджитал портвейн убивает метко
Вкус во рту это цифра на этикетке
Я плохо помню все но это уже не важно
С мыслями собрался о пошел домой отважно
Водка плохо! Водка плохо!