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(Urubuservando, the situation:
a carraspana, in putrefaction;
the mud reaches up to the middle of the shin;
the mangrove is sinking and cannot Give us more leash!)
A straight shot, a straight shot
Like a bullet that already smells of blood
When the trigger is so cold
As for who is in the crosshairs - the dead man!
Eh, it was accurate - Oh he's gone
The sun is made of steel, the bullet is scorching
There are people who are like clay
When one touches one, it breaks
Others don't!
They can still open their eyes
and watch TV the next day
But with me, my brother is right
Don't touch me because I'm not ready to talk today
Your eyes are on fire
Smoking! Smoking! Smoking!
Smoking! Smoking! Smoking! Smoke!
Don't pull out the gun, right? not the gun! not the gun? not the gun!
I've heard it, calm down!!!
The bullets no longer respond to the trigger, they no longer respond to the trigger, (and) they no longer respond to the trigger. The most they answer...
Why is it a true shot, is it a true shot
Like a bullet that already smells of blood
When the trigger is so cold
As for who's in the crosshairs - the dead man!
Eh, it was accurate - Oh he's gone
Ahhh...
But the sun is made of steel, the bullet scorching
There are people who are like clay
That at the touch of one breaks
Others don't!
They can still open their eyes
and the next day watch TV (ha, ha!)
But my brother is right with me
Don't touch me because today I'm not ready to talk
Your eyes are red hot
Smoking! Smoking! Smoking!
Smoking! Smoking! Smoking! Smoke!
Don't pull out the gun, right? not the gun! not the gun? not the gun!
I've heard it, calm down!!!
The bullets no longer respond to the trigger, they no longer respond to the trigger, (and) they no longer respond to the trigger. They don't answer anymore...
Your eyes are on fire
Smoking! Smoking! Smoke!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, eh....