Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Ужасные люди

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Terrible people are in the world.
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They have, oddly enough, the children are born.
Although these people (here everyone will agree)
It would be better had himself been born.

Terrible people shooting at each other:
With greed, anger, and who - with fright.
Then these people get in jail,
Terrible people guarding them there.

Terrible people pass without looking,
How nasty uncle aunt raped.
Terrible people are not seeing,
How weak is strong, courage, offended.

Terrible people live in the neighborhood,
But the cry of: & quot; Help! & Quot; - Causes them to flee.
They hit speed bumps, but their hut on the edge:
Not seen not heard, I do not remember, I do not know.

Terrible rude people behind the counter,
Go to his feet at the bus crush,
At every step, and in any institution
Rude, exposing another humiliation.

Terrible people. But who does not know them?
Their every one of us is ubiquitous:
On the street, at work, in the hospital,
And you think: I'd better not be born!