Song: Sapna will kill us all

But we have no capital all the bars Yes, restaurants.
Thought that live here, but live like wounds.
And here - reports, wills, plans KPIs.
You yelled there again.
Graphs, tables, team education.
Instant Nescafe in the morning Assembly.
Bags under the eyes, there is the whole blackness of my soul.
Was not the chief bastard? Then you haven't lived.