You pray to angels with dirty wings,
Buy mercy and sell it,
Your rotten selfishness fucking stinks,
Dozens of cities smell it.
Your dirty sluts own golden cunts,
Justice smells just like dough,
Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts
At crusty First Channel's shows.

Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood
Rule pointless decisions,
You, big knobs' dicks, are too deep in mud
Far beyond your own vision.
Newspapers vomit your ugly words,
Your promises are inflated,
The laws have turned into g… Continue

1. Romance Is Dead

A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression -
It hurts to be sober tonight.
The mirror reflects such a hideous expression
That I promptly turn off the light.
Some porno, then casual sex with my hand...
Oh damn! This is something I shouldn't have said.
Why don't you believe that I need no boyfriend -
No problems, no worries, no tears, no regret?

Romance is dead,
And so am I,
I can't forget
My perfect lie.
I still recall
The times we had.
Oh well, that's all.
Romance is… Continue

You can hear the completed version of the song here:
http://www.muziboo.com/April90/music/life-story

She's out in the rain, on the verge of despair.
The smoke is twirling in fresh autumn air,
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
At last he shows up: "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late",
She sighs with relief. What a wonderful date!
He looks like a tramp, and she looks like a whore.
A flawless match. They accept and adore
The real each other with no… Continue

Close your eyes and describe what you see.
Nothing, I bet. You mind it?
Open them up, it will nothing still be.
Cheers! They've got you blinded.

Poison or wine?
Taste and decide,
Dull thoughtless swine,
Make up your mind!

Make a small gulp. Taste the drunken grape juice.
Swallow. Wait. Wait farther.
Bitterness after. So what will you choose?
Right! don't believe the others.

Never believe the surrounders,
Strangers will tell you much more.
Never believe a big crowd's man,
Dirty opinion whore.… Continue

This open book without an ending
Is everything my life reminds of.
You, shallow souls, were just pretending -
You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now.

I was a slave of my devotion,
A pillow for your worthless tears,
And you just played with my emotions,
Then in a moment disappeared.

I gave you all my heart to treasure -
You marked it with your footprints, dirty.
But it's your loss that can't be measured,
And nevermore your lies will hurt me!

The novel's waiting for your ending,
Fresh rumors… Continue