Текст песни Шпиц В Пустоте - When Will Be The End?

Текст:

This is unrealistic, It's imagistic. Fate is impossible, Fuck this bad statistic. Game is not over, With me lucky clover. Terrible theory, Is weary me. Life is plaing with my head. Mama, I miss you. When will be the end? The brain pulsates. Deadman is walking. Crows curly. Mama, please, comming! Believer became to be an atheist. Paradoxes of history - to commit craziest. There is no place for fear and pain. Time will pass and it will be dripped black rain. This is unrealistic, It's imagistic. Fate is impossible, Fuck this bad statistic. Game is not over, With me lucky clover. Probability theory, Is weary me. We're ready to fly and will see stars. Give us time: thirty seconds to Mars. I will open my eyes and howl the moon, In the future we're waiting for the atomic boom. People are crazy, lost their way. Very soon comes their last day. We can not change anything, So observers like to alcohol drink. This is unrealistic, It's imagistic. Fate is impossible, Fuck this bad statistic. Game is not over, With me lucky clover. Terrible theory, Is weary me.

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