Текст песни Yury Birilov - Thorns And Roses

Thorns and roses
On my skin
Shed some blood, baby
To begin
Thorns and roses
In my head
Say that everyone of us
Are almost dead

Mother hates you
When she's drunk
Not a very good start
But it's done
Teachers torch you
In the school
Is there anybody really think
It's cool?

Working hard
To pay the rent
Is it what we get to live for
In the end?
Want big money?
Sell your soul
Soul can't be divided and
They will get it all

Thorns and roses
Still remain
Pain and pleasure go together
So I can't refrain
Thorns and roses
On my grave
Maybe I were not a good man
But I was not a slave