| That day has come, the saddest day
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| Relatives carry the coffin, shadows cover their faces
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| Mourning... friends, wreaths, even the sky is crying
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| The aroma of damp earth, I have never been there
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| The bitches smeared mascara, I see the suffering of their souls
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| In the empty reflection of the puddles, the rain pours like an icy shower
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| Blow the jackpot for me, we'll see you soon
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| Darkness, discharge and loud ambulance sirens
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| Drops of tears on the lid, I laugh at them
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| Cold in the heart, ice in the veins, frost on the eyelashes
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| Let's leave with dust, become rotten, overgrown with flowers
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| Spreading his wings, the black angel froze over the bones
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| We're rolling down the Styx, old Charon is rowing
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| We roll, there are three of us and we smoke dead pon
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| We died, were killed, what awaits us after death?
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| No pain, no fear, it'll all be gone soon
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| Only the essence remains, the primacy in the grave
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| Behind a cover made of zinc, do not throw a call on the mobile
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| There are two of us, two bodies were given to the earth in the morning
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| Two masks, two coffins, died in the dark
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| Drops of tears on the lid, I laugh at them
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| Cold in the heart, ice in the veins, frost on the eyelashes
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| Let's leave with dust, become rotten, overgrown with flowers
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| Spreading his wings, the black angel froze over the bones |