sAINT-Tsypa

Don't wait -- I cannot send you mail, We went to find the Holy Grail. I burned out all of angels' rules And God kicked me like redneck bull. You're sitting in your room With the needle in your hand, You're waiting for the doom For the damned for ages man. I gotta pissed of judge & court, They guilt me I gate-crashed to Lord. Hey bastard! Come on & blow me -- The angel can do this for free. I donot give a damn on yours, If I take my gat, you'll be whores! The only lord for me is Me, Continue sinking in the sea...

ja narodyla mertweje dyťa, žurba moja ne je twoja. oteć naš - mij že čolowik, a syn je brat... amiń wowik. apokryfični dawni perekazy ne prychowaly sprawžńoji mety mojoho mertwoho dyťaty - antychrysta, chaźajnuwaty jakyj pryjšow na cij zemli... ale nawiščo? dľa čoho ja narodyla ce dyťaty? mij boh, ne ja w cim wynuwata, bo ne chotila ja rodyť ta i ne znala... bo zgwaltuwala swjataja syla twoho ducha... mij boh, w uśomu wynuwatyj ty! wony i dosi wsi wwažajuť, ščo ty buw peršyj čolowik w mojemu tili... pomyľalyś wsi awtory starych &