(A.Bolshakov, lyrics by O.Gorbunoff) Talk of the Devil and he's sure to come Thinking of Evil and things will go wrong On this small wild planet we live and die We keep on messing through space and time I could be a preacher, I bet I could be But I'm just a creature who's born to sin Born to Sin Born to Cry Born to Live Born to Die Here comes, Here comes a brand new dawn Who knows, who cares If you went wrong? We talk of the Devil he wouldn't come We're thinking of Evil and nothing goes wrong Get Crazy, mean world No end to war Breaking all rules We got no choice
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