Текст песни Schokk - блудный сын

I'm over 30 years old.
Used to be a dog.
On the street in different ways.
People cope with him.
But fear loneliness, stupidity.
If Germany is the land of fathers.
I am the prodigal son, returned with nothing.
Parents have a single shelter and overnight.
And crowded at all.
My soul did not leave this maze.
Familiar alleys and walls.
The city of Bamberg.
My homeland is Germany.
Both Franklin.
Lone wolf in yellow headphones.
As always, I wander the streets at night.
With a brand smirk.
Kiss me in the ass.
The nature of man is vile.
Dogs are more honest than society.
Does not tolerate impudent personalities.
My train is racing.
I'm away from home.
Far from their troubles with a bottle of rum.
But I'm used to the way and live like a zombie.
Like we team sleep when ...
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There is little change.
Little leads to an end.
Here everyone can be found.
A pair of hard fists to face.
The same production and pop pouring on the forehead.
Only hucksters are getting younger.
But everything is also for sale.
On the.
Deli, speedos.
Lawyers Coconut.
Crack in the veins.
From the mouth of a steam locomotive.
Goods for distribution.
Drug lavondos.
Sucker go under the cop.
And the price is on demand.
Wiretap series.
But the fawn is a fact here.
I have to go mobile.
I will discard too.
Buy or sell a friend.
It depends on what you need.
Way to ChX or Frankfurt.
Multiculture and there will be anger and fear.
Berlin is the city of pregnant sisters.
In scarves.
God and Allah are above it.
They play shi-amat.
And as soon as check and checkmate.
Neck to neck rope.
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Someone escaped from the scoop.
Someone from the Middle East.
What's the point?
Parents with diplomas.
Factories or construction site.
Mom, we are all seriously ill.
We are all patients.
In Russian-speaking local prisons.
70 percent.
Generation of morons.
Drunks of the fathers.
Left by mothers and wives.
Kneeling at the grave.
Cops are enemies.
But God forbid something.
Everyone will dial 110.
And just to let go.
Happy to sing songs to them.
In the wild, we are all heroes.
And everyone’s Omert’s law.
And the one who screams the loudest.
Naturally.
Remember this.
Say yap.
Every second starts hiccuping approximately.
For me, life is changing.
How to change an apartment.
Himself is not capable of anything.
Do not criticize me.
I say that I know.
Survived.
I saw and.
In this film you are sitting in armchairs.
Viewers.
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The noise and din in this den is creepy.
But all night long until dawn.
I read poems to prostitutes.
Damage to take-off both nostrils.
The noise and din in this den is creepy.
But all night long until dawn.
I read poems to prostitutes.
Damage to take-off both nostrils.