Текст песни Итальянец - сгоряча

it's time to start writing a new row again
open flaps again, forbidding people to wait
gesture to teach and indeed may even relax
New laws and cram their hiding the truth
It does not need much of an impression after all just
hold on to the friends we need like air
Follow your path and go to the end
Find your favorite and prepare yourself for the throw
throwing phrases in a symbolic inferno
You open your soul impressing a loved one
other words, you kill the enemy Lechi
killer sense impressed but you know the truth
It does not need a home to the world foolishness go
and for no reason feast freaks from the slums to give
which one I do not dare make
a present to dope the cattle bestow
and you write the words of the soul and all your lines rhyme
without a sense of humor about the whole rush to broadcast not grieve
and my life is like a french grated cheese
and only a fan can distinguish the spectrum of taste the world
if Russian Roulette on the king beds
Advisor insists that all his conscience summed
the results will bring no sorrow here
a misalignment in the cup all prophetic temper