Текст песни Огнелёт - Пуля

I - the seller glitters,
Colored idiotic glitters,
No one on the dick unnecessary sparkles
As the ruble ninety.
Tomorrow is Monday,
And I will get the money
And buy them yourself glitters,
Idiotic sequins.

A!
Do not look at me!
Do not look at me!
All,
What I'm doing -
Garbage!

Old age has arrived.
From I have nothing left.
From I have nothing left.
From I have nothing left.
I
I close my eyes -
The smell of gun oil,
Smack iron
And the bullet muzzle
AND -

A!
Do not look at me!
Do not look at me!
I -
Human garbage!
Human garbage!

Life is lowered into the toilet.
All will end here and now.
I
I close my eyes -
The smell of gun oil,
Smack iron
And a bullet at the muzzle.
AND -
Pain!
Pain, pain, pain!
Do not look at me!
Do not look at me!