Текст песни плохие белые - Самоубийство

So, you decided that you have enough to live,
In you, the desire was born to kill yourself,
There are no reasons for life, are you sure at all,
That father's gun will save you from problems

Barrel in the mouth! Shot! Weakened hand
No one you know yet
Twelve gauge ... Hole in the head,
Broken life ... Blood on the wall ...

Red cap, black bows,
Quiet feast is all you did ...
The pit in the ground, it's all for you now,
That's how you got lost on your losses

Is that what you wanted?
What did you want? And what have you achieved?
Solved my problems straight to hell
But for some reason nobody is happy with your deed

Chorus:
Life flew, but no one noticed
Leaf fragments fall from the sky
Eternity scattered them into different parts of the world.
Dripping blood from the tip of the brush ...

Dark night, lonely window,
An unevenly farewell letter is being written,
Frustration captures the soul,
For her, everything is already all settled ...

The day before she had a fight with you,
And in mad despair she returned home,
Who is more guilty can not be said for sure
Love fell apart like a sand castle

Familiar face - frozen sadness,
Cold skin, cold stare,
Dark strip - ink trace of tears ...
Doors wide open, no more dreams

Among the items near the mirror disassembled machine,
Mother cries quietly and a lump in her throat,
Even god will not help call do not call,
And it doesn't matter what you say near the blood bath ...
Chorus

He must save the world on fire
If he does as the leader says to him
He must get up and he must go
It doesn’t matter whether it’s snowing or rain

Entangled in life, became a victim of demagogy
He is no longer a person, but a product of ideology.
Common sense now cry out in vain
There was a man - he became cannon fodder

Slender ranks of the same faithful as he
The whole world in the ranks is the life standard
The first task and he will perform it
Go to the store and pull the ring

He is sure what will become after the death of the holy
And his soul will forever find complete peace
He will prove to the whole world his faith and power
Killing innocent citizens on their way to their grave
Chorus

Vodka bottle, then got behind the wheel,
He didn't seem to want to kill himself,
His body found a road patrol
And he slept and had a dream when he flew to death

Suicide - a terrible diagnosis
He learned from the doctor that he is terminally ill.
And again life ended in advance
And the rope looped his neck

The losing streak at work and in life,
He himself chose the last nightmare,
The smell of gasoline sulfur hiss
And the body rushed like a fireball

Wind in the face, the last step in life
It remained only to do at the edge of the bridge,
He is not holding anything in this life
And the cold water will be his grave ...

The second life, hmm-mm-m, such a thing,
He gassed or went out the window
No one ever rises again,
This happens only in the movies.