the seasons are changing,
the couples are parting,
the kinsmen are dying,
the song is staying the same.
the problems are ranging,
the terracts are starting,
the children are crying,
the life is playing its game.
And I'll be repeating this till my last breath -
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck you, death!
the arts are depreciating,
the industriality has disappeared.
the medicine is overrating,
the conclusion is we're all smeared.
But I'll be repeating this till my last breath -
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck you, death!
Fuck you, death!
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2012
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