| Little fly and maggots, like children and mother
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| Born on ahem... on poop
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| Strong family: dad, mom, children and grandmother
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| It's fun to fly, near the fermented water, between the rails
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| The family has nowhere to go from this pasture
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| Where they spent their childhood - there is a cemetery,
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| But fate changed from flying to passing
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| And in the blood of the helmsman there is a plague
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| And the train is mortally ill, but a terrible fog carries forward
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| There, an old, decrepit grandfather got lost in the forest
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| Oh, how lucky, otherwise I would have stayed there, poor sir
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| We are met by the life of the island and the skeleton
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| Your ship will sit next
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| I'm not happy with the cadaverous smell
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| Hiding rotten flesh, I'll ask you not to turn up your nose, understand?
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| I saved you, the old man nodded, went to bed, and died tired
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| (Yes, what is happening?
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| Yes, how is it?
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| How did it happen?
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| It's a pity, a pity, such a person ... such a person
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| It's a pity ... sorry)
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| Bye-bye, the little man falls asleep
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| A blanket of worms will instantly take you into carelessness
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| Bye-bye, sleep well dear friend
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| Your rotten flesh is a house for little flies (Uh)
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| Flesh rots in pieces, a family of flies in a food car
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| They just want to eat, and eating is sacred
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| (But the old man is not right)
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| The skin is breaking, and decided firmly
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| Appetite. |
| We didn’t fly in, we don’t touch, even if the old man is ready and dead
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| And how long do we have to wait? |
| the children exclaim. |
| It's sad, trust me.
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| It is supposed to eat at least 5 times a day, and where, huh? |
| poor things
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| There was a mother here pregnant, but the victim of decomposition
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| With laley like a burden, eh... it's hard to believe me
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| That an innocent fetus broke into a thousand pieces
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| I did not see life, but I saw death
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| Fear of loving mothers
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| But there is no mother either, but at least someone is happy, God
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| I didn’t have time to settle on the floor, and the flies had already bit into the skin
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| (-Well, ma, where are you?
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| -Not
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| -*Inhale* So many deaths. |
| Bitch)
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| Bye-bye, the little man falls asleep
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| A blanket of worms will instantly take you into carelessness
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| Bye-bye, sleep well dear friend
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| Your rotten flesh is a house for little flies (Uh)
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| Bye-bye, the little man falls asleep
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| A blanket of worms will instantly take you into carelessness
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| Bye-bye, sleep well dear friend
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| Your rotten flesh is a house for little flies (Uh) |