Текст песни alfaro - вы убоги

You kind of wretchedness
you are gods. head of all prog.
you look behind the glass.
but only
the masses do not not processed.
they deserve and are only able to push himself.
engaged in some pripihaniem.
until the end of the breath.
when it is already?
your self-esteem
It makes love and corpses.
love is in the tube.
normal thinking is difficult.
wipe your hands after nevytirayuschego
as an indicator of skillfulness
or all melts in you and
in the minds of love
men sit.
retired.

All bets
to your own loss.
I buy a prize
and change in the dream.
I do not understand.
I difficult.
I shit on you.
almost like everyone.
subjects only be.
You mikardiya quiet.
many do not live.
newspaper pieces
breakthroughs week
you're not gay with it, but I thought about it
some
molded and sculpted.
of himself I wanted to make some big man.
sticker on
but only so far as to
to be more than anyone.
You wretchedness
like a desperate or a book for dummies.
Information holes
bezoboynye room and no worries.
the survey once a year.
awake, working, eating sprat, vomit for the holidays
life in joy. it is so different.
you miserable.