down Mary Wilson, Di and Flo Hello, hello, hello, hello Sir Bufton Tufton, Jean Paul Sartre Zippy, Bungle, Jeffrey Archer Andre Previn and the ISO Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello
Перевод: Возлюбленный. Привет.
You are so beautiful
Translation:] (Come closer my friends and everyone listen I brought news from my homeland I'll tell you how we live and what goes on From my beloved homeland
abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults". Death and decay, cadaverous smell, for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell, and only
still as empty A mile they never walked Send in their donations And they never have to talk again My beloved The only one I see standing up for me My beloved
[killah priest] I spit venom, from the gauge Hey, lift the bad ears, taste the hell flames From the luger, sharpshooters marked lucifer Packed twin share
gunshots*} {*beat kicks in*} [Intro Pt. II: (singer) Daddy Rose ] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Maccabean empire, Masada beloved
ghost stories I propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightning The sky's is stormy, then it dawned on me It was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened
on The sweat is beating up on my palm As the choir sing a song I see the crowd waiting outside For the bride to arrive I ask my best man one thing "Where the hell
my family farewell Before I continue on my journey don't know whether it's heaven or hell All they have is my picture my beloved memory They still rejoicein
heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter We should send all these Devils back to Hell
of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for my sins in hell
'cause she all fine and stuff Make a brother like ????????? and stuff Yo, me and my girl stand tough The hell with ????? 'cause I can't get enough Matter of fact, to hell
Sympathetic pharmacies I tried to make it right, coming straight from Hell Preacher without a prayer for myself Beloved Make it feel like summer Make it feel like summertime Beloved
across the yard To the garden where memories are cast seek beloved the dearest one I see the gate I no longer run Now drum is broken and hell is loose
in his beloved hand V E N O M V E N O M V E N O M V E N O M Drag you to Hell
