Tomorrow, without fail,
Will come the end of time.
And it will roughly takes
This crazy sinful life.
My priceless sinful life
Will takes the end of time.
Tomorrow I shall go
Through cut of seventh gate.
And, maybe, it will stops
This crazy sinful fate.
But now I’m drinking beer,
And violate the girls.
I’m killing my enemies,
And never wish to turns!
I’m never wish to cool –
This way is our school!
I know – tomorrow come
Detachment of the slaves
To passing me through court.
I drink for our health!..
Осень 1998
Tomorrow, without fail
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