Текст песни grishakakdela - Победители не верят в случайность

Again, I'll scream in pain,
shoot you in the cage.
About the fight
I think it will be difficult.
Debris fates
I collect in a fist,
so that
in honor of a corkscrew pull out
champagne cork.

Once again I'll scream strained.
Why send me to the same
shells strewn ground.
weapons
I no longer necessary.
And I need her in the truth?
Be epicenters glance
Big Brother -
longer service.

Again, I will write about outbreaks,
somewhere to the left, then right.
They sent me here, you just
that I could not survive.

Again I remember patlatogo the year.
I remember again that I do not fit.
I would have ripped the heart
gray
dogs,
not to hayali glory
belonging to their fathers.

Again, I'll hide in an apartment tower,
to get rid of me because you want the same.
With an empty clip,
with a glass full,
I remember the pain?
I do not fit ...