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Krasnaya Plesen - Онанист (Onanist) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Onanist


We are onanists, guys with thw wide shoulders!
You can't lure us with a meaty tit,
You can't attract us with a hymen!
We`re jerking off with the right hand, jerking off with the left!
 
And who plays there on the stage? 'Sector Gaza'?
Are you nutty? This is 'Red Mold'!
 
I was a cool guy,
I didn't drink or smoke,
But only from an early age
Dick was jerking off furiously!
And I lived on a collective farm,
Only I was a man it the village
There`s a plenty of girls
For me one!
 
Girls, my God,
They're coming to me in droves.
I'll send them to the cunt.
And I'll jerk off my dick!
 
I'll tell you honestly:
After all, their pussies are the bullshit!
But the most fuckin` good thing is
the right hand!
 
Now I'll take a dick,
And I'll pull a couple of times,
It will turn me on,
And make me an utter ecstasy!
 
I joined the army,
Served two years.
And every single day,
I was jerking off my dick furiously.
 
But one day on a clear day
The sergeant caught me.
He bashed me
As well.
 
Now I'm not jerking off,
After all, is it an extasy
To jerk off a crimson penis,
With a broken hand?
 
I returned to the collective farm,
The girls are sticking, oh!
I think I'll take them off,
Let them jerk off my dick!
 
Now it's all fucking good!
Outside the windows, a crowd
of Girls who want everything
Pull my dick!
 




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I feel like I'm tired
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Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
There's nothing to be done
 

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Who can tell me how it happened?
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And it can be hard
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I'd have given up a long time ago
But I'm in trouble
 

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
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Why is it all in spite of me again?
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I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
 


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I've never had fun with you





I've never had fun with you.
And if you ever thought I was yours.
you were wrong, I don't care about you
And I don't care about people like you
You said I was different from them
You were wrong again, I'm not like the others.
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I'll never be different
 

We have serious music, but...
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Die, you bastard! Bastard...
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