Бросать на головы прохожих помидоры - путь к славе. Пусть и хлопотный, но скорый.
вот вчера написала, млин, на свою голову.

а вы сидите и переводите теперь со словарями!



my way was dark and hopeless war,

harsh fight without rules.

the more I saw - I wanted more

and got with any tools!

I killed, I diaed and rose again,

as no one now can do,

but yet I know - I lived in vain,

the tell of hell is true.

I see the signs, I hear the sound,

I feel the steps of Dark Lord.

will tremble sky, will shiver ground

when he takes off his sword.

two bloody eyes will shine so bright<

proclaiming rise of evil.

he comes so close, he holds so tight

and gives a kiss of devil.

he shows me everything I*ve done

as if my eyes lost ripple.

I rise again and take the gun

and go on shutting people.

don*t try to kill me - I am dead

I*m tired, cursed and evil.

let me come close and take your head

and give you kiss of devil.