Watcha dead man

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Already, on my grave a massacre of flowers
Tears surge like bombs
I hear the praises tinged with intoxication and paradoxes
Parades to mark the facts, the epitaph is falsified
So much honor for my memory
For my life so ridiculous
But you have to stop, you know it's just nonsense
I know it, but what a hypocrite!
Just yesterday you were talking behind my back, it's pathetic!
Talk, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me about everything, about sex, about crime, money, kam
But no holy life, that's not me!
Talk, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me about everything, about sex, about crime, money, kam
But no holy life, that's not me!
It's not me! Not me ! No, not me!
Speak frankly or turn away from me!
[Chorus:]
Of death, I hear, I feel the lie, lie!
C ' isn't me! Not me ! No, not me!
You shouldn't get fired up
No, you shouldn't cheer for me!
No, you shouldn't stay there!
You shouldn't pretend to have counted for me!
The building on which we write all these verses and prayers is only virtual
It must be someone other than me
I don't know myself !
But you have to stop, you know it's just nonsense
I know it, but what a hypocrite!
Just yesterday you were talking behind my back, it's pathetic!
Talk, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me about everything, about sex, about crime, about money, about kam
But not about a holy life, that's not is not me!
Talk, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me about everything, about sex, about crime, about money, about kam
But not about a holy life, that's It's not me!
It's not me! Not me ! No, not me!
Speak frankly or turn away from me!
[Chorus x2]
No, my life was only a form!
No need for all this decor!
No need to cry for me!
No need to worry about my fate!
My fate!

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