El Bahattee - Samoubojstvo versuri traducere în engleză

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Suicide

150 reasons for your death cretin
Same reasons for you to listen, don’t change the topic
What the fuck is wrong with you, what are you doing with your life
You’re only part of the problem, that’s the greatest embarrassment
Shutting your mouth, asshole, you can barely breath
Is the biggest achievement in life that you can sign your own name
How much can you understand me, how much do others know
While others fuck you in the ass, you’ll just dive in your tears
Brother, buy a gun, brother, buy good bullets
Kill at least one guy, don’t search for exceptions
Either way, you fucked around, you lived enough
Keeping your mouth shut your entire life, that’s when you fucked yourself
For me to draw for you on paper, what should be in your thing
Keep to yourself, fuck them all until they leave you alone
Brother, buy a gun, brother, buy good bullets
Kill at least one guy, don’t search for exceptions
They’re all the same story, all the same scheme
Another mask, no daily bread, 100 problems
Who gives a fuck about you, shut up, let them stick their hard on in you
Then kill your brother because someone else is angering you
With problems like that, I know there are no solutions
Not even 100 of us have shit, we need to prepare
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 
Don’t run from your problems, squeeze the shit in your hand
Let it in and fuck the shit’s mother
Don’t go around the shit, don’t let it grope you
You live between shit in a country with musty air
Open the windows, borther, let’s throw out the morons
Let’s build barricades so they don’t infect our children
Who benefits from this story, who am I carrying to the top of the cock
All those who are afraid of Dr. Ivica Pasalica
What's with the small man, what happened here?
Who fucked with whom, what originated here?
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 
You cross yourself, you look around, you choose within the mass
With crossed arms, you’re recognized by your voice
You’re just the same within this bunch of cretins
Here, no one’s clean, I know there’s no solution for us
I draw you a gun, you think I’m threatening you with death
I draw you a bomb, you think I’ll demolish your house
There’s only one feeling when you’re a part of all this
I don’t want to be here, here you have no freedom
But should you pull the trigger, they’re all there and in some way, related to you
If there was more of me, I would be for the use of methods
Use only bullets, bombs, Kalashnikovs, be a scoundrel
Palle alone in the world, be free or be no one
And what the fuck do I need when I all I have is to watch terrible people
When awful things are all you have to read, the only way to fuck is terribly
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 


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