| American dream: house, barrel of money
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| My daughter and wife are my strong foundation
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| She twists with others, but gives me fake feelings
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| I didn't think somehow that all bitches are lying creatures
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| I used the last money to take us away from the alliance of pathos and whoring into the outback
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| After all, we had enough time to work up, we are for constancy
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| We exchanged the third dozen and we dreamed how the children would sit next to us
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| And we will read fairy tales to them and dreamed next to them to sleep
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| But the reality is harsh, recently everyone was yelling: "Bitter!" |
| Today - weep at the coffin
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| My ancestors naively ask wretchedly: “Why did they let me out of the womb at all?”
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| So that it doesn’t infuriate me, mine didn’t waste my strength, not words, but you need a lesson and a fact
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| The best remedy that people have come up with against windy wives is the husband's fist
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| He will kill her at night, the daughter will be left crying
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| Well, why are you like this, dad? |
| Well, why are you like this, dad?
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| I thought it was a miracle forever
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| I will hug you, lift you, daughter, on my shoulders
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| Loved you so much, but now I'm like a fucking rapist
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| I want to see you fading from mutilations
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| So sweet, bitch, honest - yes,
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| But I'm ready to cling to this sand with my nails
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| You're cheating on me, just hiding everything cool
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| I'll make you, baby, a bag of bones
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| On the! |
| Get it, creature, in the face!
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| I beat you with lightning speed, interrupting your sleep
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| You crawl out of bed, convincing me with a cry
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| That I'm the only one who makes you moan
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| Yes. |
| Who the fuck is in your top?
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| I do not believe that marriage is a utopia
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| What are you doing there at work with colleagues
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| Explain it to me better, come on, my love
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| You keep saying that you didn't betray me
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| And that the daughter should not see it all
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| Let him watch what a mercantile lying whore
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| I erased from her life
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| I throw you on a glass table, you roar. |
| What the hell did you want?
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| He hit your head on the floor, suddenly your eyes went out and your body went limp
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| So her womb is saturated with black earth, her worms are crammed into the pierced skull
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| Photos needed body killed? |
| So check my twitter you little faggots
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| In an instant, bloody puddles for the secrets of a spouse, you have children and wives, and you are all husbands
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| I don't fucking need this hellish horror, I accept a shot from a gun in the head
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| He will kill her at night, the daughter will be left crying
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| Well, why are you like this, dad? |
| Well, why are you like this, dad? |