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The price to pay

We do things that we really regret
As time has passed , I have made a vow
I had it done sincerely
We never forget foolishly
I dream of a life where I wisely sleep
I am aware that I have so much
With the time I have made a vow
I did it sincerely
And I say it clearly
I have done things that I really regret
 
I am told: put it there you're holding
How many are lost on their way
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me
I am told put it there you're holding
How many have reached out to me
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me
 
I came , I confess that I have lost my time
And I had nothing I could do aside clenching my teeth
I have dreamt my life
Through the window
We desire mercilessly
However takes life is behind the door
There you realise that all has passed so fast
I have continued my journey
I have continued my journey, continued my journey
I have continued my journey ( to continue ,to continue )
I have continued my journey , continued my journey
 
We do things that we regret , it's true
And I have learned to back off
Sometimes I am vacant
And I have done too much
I live the night because I dream in secret
All these evils that I will take
In the hardships I shut myself away
I put myself in danger
I'm building , I undo
We do things that we regret , it's true ,( that we regret, it's true )
 
I am told : 'put it there, I'm holding
How many are lost on their way
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me.'
I am told : 'put it there I'm holding
How many have reached out to me
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me.'
 
I came , i confess that I have lost my time
And I had nothing I could do aside clenching my teeth
I have dreamt my life
Through the window
We desire mercilessly
Whoever takes life is behind the door
There you realise that all has passed so fast
I have continued my journey
I have continued my journey, continued my journey
I have continued my journey ( to continue ,to continue )
I have continued my journey , continued my journey
 
We do things that we regret , it's true
And I have learned to back off
Sometimes I am vacant
And I have done too much
I live the night because I dream in secret
All these evils that I will take
In the hardships I shut myself away
I put myself in danger
I'm building , I undo
We do things that we regret , it's true ,( that we regret, it's true )
 
I am told : 'put it there, you're holding
How many are lost on their way
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me.'
I am told : 'put it there , you're holding
How many have reached out to me
What would I do if I was you
What would you do if you were me.'
 
I came , I confess that I have lost my time
And I had nothing I could do aside clenching my teeth
I have dreamt my life
Through the window
We desire mercilessly
Whoever takes life is behind the door
There you realise that all has passed so fast
I have continued my journey
I have continued my journey, continued my journey
I have continued my journey ( to continue ,to continue )
I have continued my journey , continued my journey
 
I no longer want anything to believe
I don't have anything to hope for anymore
Let me have
What I don't have
I am lost, I don't sleep anymore
In the plain light of day I don't see anymore
 
I came , I confess that I have lost my time
And I had nothing I could do aside clenching my teeth
I have dreamt my life
Through the window
We desire mercilessly
Whoever takes life is behind the door
There you realise that all has passed so fast
I have continued my journey
I have continued my journey, continued my journey
I have continued my journey ( to continue ,to continue )
I have continued my journey , continued my journey
 

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Nothing

I have walked to your home
I don't know how I was able
If they had told be you're not there
That you'll never come back
If they had told me that you've gone...
 
How much snow there is in my soul
What silence there is at your door
Upon arrival at your doorstep
A keylock of pain
It'd detained my heart
 
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...
 
Now I get away from your house and I go
I don't now where
Without wanting to tell you goodbye
And even the echo of your voice
responds back to me nothing...
 
At the cross of your keylock
For your shame I pray
And I drove at your door
A teardrop becomes flower
Of my poor heart
 
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...
 
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Suburb's song

I love the scrawny vegetable garden
that from the factory feel resentful
and I’m pleased to surround my life
of this indifferent landscape.
 
And I’m pleased by the coloured moment :
People of salad and afternoon snack
A damsel bare chested
and a song which makes cry
 
And a humble man who at the air shows
a brave front and a slave eye
and goes with a cap and the espadrille
and the small bundle and the blue clothes
 
Here I see the world offered to me
cold and terrible as the death.
And is so miserable and so poor
the small bell of mi heart.
 
From the flatterers run away the crowd
and on my face there is no veil
and I can look at my bared soul
with no suspicion
 
I love the desolate vegetable garden
the lethargic peach tree which dies
and the silvered herring,
porrón of blood (1), golden tomato
 
I‘m following your fixation
strange men with good teeth
Who will return to misery
a little more happy !
 
Last sorrows, last pains
tear, rose, pearl and kiss.
Last this heart and those veins
last this eye which doesn’t see nothing.
 
Clothes burning that the pleasure rip,
Dance for me ! Loyal man
come, let’s smoke our pipe
on the virginal grass.
 
Say me about the strong marvels
of your labour, of your torment.
Under the stars concert
let’s go smoke quietly.
 

TP4L

You ordered some hooligans for our gig
They lose their teeth due to slaps in the crowd
And lie around in the first aid tent afterwards
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
We've got more cocaine than every drug cartel
And no, we're not selling it, we're taking it ourself
And we booze until the liver dissolves
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
 
'I'd suck your dick but I've got migraine'
Get down on your knees, otherwise you'll poop teeth
Don't talk shit, dude, what honour?
Just imagine I'd be your dad
Pep dealer mugged, continous ectstasy trip
And the coops are after me per wanted poster in a women's refuge
Your solo albums have been way to gay for me
I'll stop doing rap and you three are B2K now
 
I gift you a treasure chest full of gold at our date
And now follow me in my flat and give me your piss
I've got the musicality of needy warthog
That's the moonshine sonata volume 2
Finest lyrics
We're doing the sound for all fellows who think of plane noises as pussy
Perhaps we are the newest and the last trend
This is lift music, when somebody is stuck in it
 
You ordered some hooligans for our gig
They lose their teeth due to slaps in the crowd
And lie around in the first aid tent afterwards
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
We've got more cocaine than every drug cartel
And no, we're not selling it, we're taking it ourself
And we booze until the liver dissolves
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
 
Trailerpark -- heroes in straitjackest
Cause we scare the shit out of the world again
hearts broken and crap in mind
tattoo stitched by Micheal J. Fox
We ended up in the space shuttle, we tank up the drugs
Driving to the show with a tank
Finally fucking is back
Admit, you forgot what it is like long ago
 
'I didn't get the message of your lyrics'
Ehh, the message is, go, cook crack for me
My ex was shot on an acid trip last week
My role model consciouness is broken and rusted
German rapper: No talent but facebook likes
They don't have something to say at all but are dropping statements all the time
You're on-stage now, main act, playback, nice
I kill the ghost writer, who texts your gay tracks cunt
 
T!
P!
4!
L!
 
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You got a call from God

It's not that I'm lazy to sing today,
Just nothing left to sing with:
Vocal cords are dissonant and my soul with
Empty phrases weighed down.
 
Better that on this festive day,
We light a candle - to God,
Let us recall that it is now two years
Since Heavens are keeping us safe!
 
Maples are weeping the tears of yellow leaves -
Summer is over, it just rushed by.
I remain unabashedly yours:
To whom else can I belong?
 
Fate's final bill at times is paid
With the cost of a pistol,
And Devil has hunters 1 lined-up
Thirsting to kill those in flight.
 
You got a call from God -
Take down the number!
Oh, just wait a bit,
I am still alive.
Let me this kingdom
Drink to its fullest.
Too bad there isn't a medicine
Against the lead's hit!
 
It's not that I'm lazy to sing today,
It is just that I'm tired to live,
And without love, you can't birth a line,
No matter how you might try.
 
For some reason, in my kitchen, you find
That leaves are more often burned,
To dismay the calls come way too often
From the Heavens above.
 
You got a call from God -
Bells are tolling - ringtone
Oh, just wait a bit,
I am still alive.
This means that foolish bullet
Hasn't found her Sagitarius 2
As there isn't a tincture
Against the lead's hit...
 
Bird falls down to the earth,
Slain through the throat,
And I, my sick soul,
Drown in vodka.
Sort of, all is Russian,
So why are you so bitter?
... Simply said, Volodya's gone
And there's no more Igor....
 
It's not that I'm lazy to sing today...
 
  • 1. play on words охотников as in hunters as well as willing people
  • 2. Стрелец is a zodiac sign or a person who shoots
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