Lyrics Original text:
"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to hate the guts we all have - 'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the boots rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen
Lyrics Notandum:
Smell out of die and return to your stand up - let each God has his day - it is black leather, I am lying in fragments Glass, more than ever to break the - Antiquities and Monuments Office of titanium there are no more - try not to hate the guts We all - cause I got the courage, I feel guilty - now, we still hate When we play its part, Greece - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - and who vowed not to let it in here just to look at the Boots rot away in their own feet - in order to better to ring the bell if the whoredom Want to ring, or just forget all the harmful products - twisting stay Similarly, even if you have the courage you will feel guilty about - now, we still hate When we play its part, Greece - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen
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