Song: Tortured bastards

And tomorrow to work
To get up very early.
Oh how I love
The Band Nirvana!
To forget would be a dream
But not in the mood.
Come winter -
Then birthday...

I'm tired of life,
Tortured bastards,
Somewhere to shove breaks, but it is necessary.
The apartment was a dump,
Bad luck,
Down with all the drinking, quit the Smoking!

If death
Offer me a meeting,
I say nothing,
Nothing.