The inhabitants of gray buildings I have bad news for you: Your faith will end with death The holiday of life will remain here
In love In love In love
To be in love with a scums - Very bad sign Reality will kill the immaculates If not this one, but maybe some future summer
The inhabitants of gray buildings Get acquainted with the new doctrine: When beat, do not forgive Look upon the scums with squeamishness! When in pain, do not cry! For love and success do not pay! The weaks and losers must perish! Your "necessary" - my "want"!
Dead bodies of the world from gray buildings I have bad news for you: All will be finished this century Steal as possible - no time to be arrested Not much time for you to bow to your shrines Your tomorrow stinks like sulphur You will leave, but we will be remain I do not believe, I just do it!