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И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
Aesthetic Perfection - All Beauty Destroyed
Added 3 hours 55 minutes ago
Tol Miriam - Songs of Soot
It's actually a very sad text. It even makes you feel sorry for these people.
Poor orphan,
don't cry, don't be afraid.
We will teach you,
we won't abandon you!
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
No father or mother -
go steal, and
if it's scary to steal, then
climb onto the porch.
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
There are such girls,
who sell their bodies:
if there is no money,
everything is good for business!
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
Under the Lord's sky
Everyone is equal, like brothers,
but to take from a brother -
is that really robbery?
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
Whoever is eager for Media -
has had enough of whips!
Beware of shopkeepers
and decent ladies.
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
For four pennies
they beat little Annie,
and they cut off the hand
of big Billy.
What a lucky Billy!
But don't pity your hand,
beg, Billy:
your stump is your fortune!
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
Oh, Billy is smart,
oh, Billy is clever!
It seems that a good rope
is crying for Billy!
We are a clever people,
and the law is just a stick.
Oh, how little is needed,
for something to happen!
A clever people,
the law is just a stick.
How little is needed,
for something to happen!
Added 19 minutes ago
Tol Miriam - Confession
Here is another sad text on a similar topic.
Oh, father, I have no strength to think about eternity.
If only someone would offer me a job -
he would be a saint to me,
but where can I find a saint?
My brother used to pick fleas
and comb lice from the curls and ears of the nobility,
until he was kicked out -
alas, the times are harsh for us.
My sister did even better
and nursed puppies in the kennel,
but even though she starved her puppies,
she was replaced by a cow.
I sit and wonder - where should I go?
Maybe a hunchback is needed by the nobles?
I will give my right eye for their amusement -
what's the big deal, a new one will grow.
And if it doesn't grow - what a trifle,
at night I will pass for a beauty and
I will earn my honest penny
or a knife in the ribs - I am ready.
Oh, father, forgive me, I offend your ear!
I know that the Heavenly Father is not deaf to us,
but why does he oppress us all like flies -
I don't understand, honestly!
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!

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