Long,
long bangs
Long, long bangs
Long, long bangs
Belly
White Mets are stressed I climbed high
They are coming down the rail This
white Mets is taking them to the forest
And they will eat my cold revenge
What have you done?
They will arrest you
You did nothing! They will arrest you
And you will not pass this * quest
Their white envy is your white mask
This is my forest And I'm a Jaeger in it
I don't care who of you is Schwarzenegger
I don't care who of you is old Churchill
Like Stalin with a pipe,
for me we draw our circle
And the devil will tell me,
Geiger,
that the counter is on the scale
And we are close to death,
but we are closer to death than death itself
And I ate a gricolette for breakfast
We play baseball, we play rugby
And the Lord himself, God, must put money
Hungry games, hungry children
White Mets, this is a theme for Mets
White Mets here,
a salute to the grandfather,
a greeting to himself
Hungry childhood, when you are no one
Without a white Mets
I was born in the nineties,
there are no monsters here
Those who remained after Skull and bones
White Mets in it,
in the war,
in sports,
in a dream,
a beautiful life,
that's what spoils us
I'm going to the garden,
I'll light a candle on a cake And someone
will wake up in the area of the morgue
In the area of dangerous,
this is the homeland of bold In wooden toys,
in the hands of chisels
They are looking for a place where they can warm up
And here is someone's ship is suffering from disaster
Speak,
do not speak,
we are in any size Where they look,
everyone speaks here
This is my area,
this is my motherland Try to get through,
this is my maze
White Mets,
he has no heart He walks on his hands from owner to owner
To the old owner,
a bullet in the heart And the new owner in the area of Mers
Dream of owning this white Mets After all,
the area will lag behind the kingdom of heaven
A greeting to myself,
a hungry childhood,
when you are no one Without a white Mets
White Mets
Santa,
give me a Christmas I can't go myself,
I'm in a crisis of folders I can't even go to the website,
I can't even go to the website
I can only dream of a white Mets Santa,
give me a Christmas I can't even go myself,
I'm in a crisis of folders I can't even go to the website,
I can't even go to the website