| if you have not learned to appreciate what is | 
| fate will eat you | 
| It is a revenge | 
| if there is a cross on your chest, | 
| but the demon | 
| not sleeping he is waiting for a surge | 
| those emotions that will pull on stress | 
| world mystery, | 
| but he is so mirrored | 
| we are a timer | 
| movements are instant | 
| just give us | 
| tried and tested timing | 
| and we globally | 
| let's become immoral | 
| Ha | 
| we fucked up our lives in bars | 
| did you fuck this life? | 
| Yes | 
| she is my mate | 
| and I don't know when this bitch won't be enough, | 
| but she wants me like a slut wants love | 
| fuck | 
| do not listen to the left bazaar | 
| if you started something, don't turn back | 
| who was on the bottom | 
| carries the truth backpack, | 
| but when it's open close your eyes | 
| chorus Serpo | 
| Scratch the sky the pain won't go away | 
| in peacetime we live in war, behind lies new waves | 
| we are in a new world - re-learn how to walk here traffic jams, | 
| the ether is clogged with not truth, fill your heart with kindness ... | 
| Verse 2 Kpo2LL | 
| you still don't appreciate things, you throw dirt in your face | 
| behind the rotten bazaar has exceeded five hundred | 
| you should pour another portion of alcohol into your mouth | 
| tongue like a pomelo this very night | 
| Fate never fought back surrounded by pseudo friends | 
| looked into the choke on the faces - the likeness of the executioners | 
| I feel sorry for you brat your truth has led to deceit | 
| ready to sell their mother for money, if only you were high | 
| don't give a fuck why throw a show-off | 
| are you talking to fate? | 
| but you get it under your breath, and | 
| where is your truth carrion your chamber is on the right | 
| and not from the heights you fell you would have been right | 
| absorbed my thoughts yes there bit by bit | 
| everything that was on the sheets, know I lived there | 
| raised his head? | 
| let's scratch the sky bitch | 
| I will stay where I have never been... |