The inhabitants of gray buildings
I have bad news for you:
Your faith will end with death
The holiday of life will remain here
In love
In love
In love
To be in love with a scums —
Very bad sign
Reality will kill the immaculates
If not this one, but maybe some future summer
The inhabitants of gray buildings
Get acquainted with the new doctrine:
When beat, do not forgive
Look upon the scums with squeamishness!
When in pain, do not cry!
For love and success do not pay!
The weaks and losers must perish!
Your «necessary" — my «want»!
Dead bodies of the world from gray buildings
I have bad news for you:
All will be finished this century
Steal as possible — no time to be arrested
Not much time for you to bow to your shrines
Your tomorrow stinks like sulphur
You will leave, but we will be remain
I do not believe, I just do it!