GIGOLO - КАРАТЕЛЬНЫЙ ОТРЯД - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is a punitive detachment here, it came out at midnight - it’s in vain

All the hearts of stupid bastards burn with black flames

I pulled on a suit of sins - the color is whiter than milk

Fuck the air, the bitter smoke from the catacombs is dearer to me

There is a punitive detachment here, it came out at midnight - it’s in vain

All the hearts of stupid bastards burn with black flames

I pulled on a suit of sins - the color is whiter than milk

Fuck the air, the bitter smoke from the catacombs is dearer to me

You just have to take the first step, and suddenly

Little kids are starting rumors about me

Half a year ago I would have cut off his legs

And now I push him onto the trampoline

Pull up more, no, even louder

Every dog knows this handwriting

Became so bold when the sun shines

Try to show up to me alone at night

It was stupid not to notice those sidelong glances

People won’t understand what they want, and no one is welcome

These bitches screamed about love, now they're not around

We've been making plans for a long time, but the desire is gone

Here brother for brother according to quotes, in fact, my hut is on the edge, you abandoned me and shout, help, well, now you have to fuck me

Where were you, where were you, where were you, I asked you too

Where were you, where were you, where were you, I asked you too

Where were you, where were you, where were you, I asked you too

Where were you, where were you, where were you, I asked you too

There is no reason to talk about this, silence is golden, so everything is short

If you remain faithful to me, you will not hear the coldness in my words

Otherwise I'll put a clip in your head

Already tried to believe your empty word

But in reality your gang is nothing more than talkers

If necessary, I will rise up against the whole city

I only feel bad if I'm not hungry

There is a punitive detachment here, it came out at midnight - it’s in vain

All the hearts of stupid bastards burn with black flames

I pulled on a suit of sins - the color is whiter than milk

Fuck the air, the bitter smoke from the catacombs is dearer to me

There is a punitive detachment here, it came out at midnight - it’s in vain

All the hearts of stupid bastards burn with black flames

I pulled on a suit of sins - the color is whiter than milk

Fuck the air, the bitter smoke from the catacombs is dearer to me