LIZA LIZOK — 28

I waited for the time while they were praying there, While some washed their dirt off themselves, But there's no water in the blood — they [?]pray for an oath[?].

I've got 28 today, and someone doesn't give a fuck. I've got a birthday, someone's got a memorial — fucking hell in their hands.

Today I celebrate the whole party alone with a glass, And sooner only my romance will support me, mine.

It would all be completely different, It would be [?]so damn fine[?], But I decided myself: fuck that masquerade.

Today is my day, I'm 28. [?]I'm just aching in my bones, if they've got a normal colour[?] [?]The place on the ceiling lays out a ticket home[?]

Life today for every year Puts out a new bill, But I won't pay it — there was no life at all.

La-la-la-la Happy birthday to me La-la-la-la In their faces only cold La-la-la-la Celebrating till morning La-la-la-la As a gift I get fuck-all

You'll ask me why I torment you — So you don't fuck with my head at least today.

La-la-la-la Happy birthday to me La-la-la-la In their faces only cold La-la-la-la Celebrating till morning La-la-la-la As a gift I get fuck-all

You'll ask me why I torment you — So you don't fuck with my head at least today.