1000-7 [English translation]

[Chrous]

I don't have any problems, besides my head

1000-7, I died, sorry

This fucking rain catches wistfully

1000-7, I died, sorry

And they will never be able to beat me

1000-7, I already perished

I have numbers, but I don't give a shit

I won't come out of the bitch's mouth, o-o-o

I feel the taste of blood on my lips, death

They will never be able to beat me (Never)

[Verse]

Under her window, I wrote: "You're a whore"

Tends to sleep, but only in the mornings

This is a dead sound, on your knees, bitch

I'm truly dead and it's not a joke

[Chrous]

I don't have any problems, besides my head

1000-7, I died, sorry

This fucking rain catches wistfully

1000-7, I died, sorry

This fucking rain catches wistfully

1000-7, I died, sorry

This fucking rain catches wistfully

1000-7, I died, sorry

I have numbers, but I don't give a shit

I won't come out of the bitch's mouth, o-o-o

I feel the taste of blood on my lips, death

They will never be able to beat me (Never)

I have numbers, but I don't give a shit

I won't come out of the bitch's mouth, o-o-o

I feel the taste of blood on my lips, death

They will never be able to beat me (Never)