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I'm not angry, I'm just an aggressive !
I removed from the list , but is listed in the Red Book !
I was born out of the fire pull chestnuts and starve to death in a crowded refrigerator ...

Through the sadness ...
How many times in my soul was born silent question:
& quot; Well really all in vain , do naperekos life goes ? & quot ;.
A new day comes a new night
I close my eyes , the day of knocking off.
And in this strange circle itself can not find,
Kata line like wire twist of soul .
What kind of life do I choose on if it is possible?
Do I have to give the music so who do not need it ?
Then why the hell did all this crap ,
If all living souls now tightly sales :
Paper love, blood poisoning ,
Neither gramms thoughts in the minds of
Besides the remains of Drahovo dreams.
To the people trying to bring their arguments ,
To love me and hate had more occasions .
Through dark glasses malice invisible eye
Through the white pages of history can not see us.

Through the sadness I while away their days ,
Every now and then stumbling, bumping
On the lighted bridges,
And let any trouble me astray ,
I 'm still going to go you ought to walk ...

Through the sorrow I live and as I will continue to live.
Through their grief will pass ,
Leaving the golden thread and the temptation to emotions
It does not crush ,
In those golden moments , I began to create.
By youngster specifically hitched us for candy,
When finished , I realized tears up kids.
Through hardship to the stars all Rushed forward
And I heard the words of my mother telling me to stop :
& quot; stop you drag - this is a game ,
Stop until it's too late - do you hear me ? & Quot ;.
But my mother is not the case - there is no justice ,
Not change their fate , not being able to live peacefully ,
Therefore, I will leave my sadness in his soul.
She is from an early age a mystery sits in me
And every day of her bedding ,
And in the morning inspiration in the doorway - it's time to get up

Through the sadness I while away their days ,
Every now and then stumbling, bumping
On the lighted bridges,
And let any trouble me astray ,
I 'm still going to go you ought to walk ...

Not noticing the pain through sadness go against the wind ,
Life perceiving strictly only in its spectrum
Laugh and cry, vodyary lachu beer , I know what it means :
Do not fucking do Cucaracha .
I am sad to see tears in the eyes of my boys ,
Losing hope of life ,
Cycles drunken days - pour , yes napar raskumar -
Here is the entire script .
You say I invented everything - go home ,
Onan know - I'm the one who I am.
I go my way ,
Do not touch the fight get to eblu foot
Use your head than the smell of faces on TV :
Corrupt politicians in a duet with rap zhopalizami .
Do you want money - swim to the other side here
Rustaveli . Haha schizoid choleric .
With my brothers come into the unknown ,
Steel punching word , carry meaning through sadness ...