Текст песни The Hardship of the Scots - Darkthrone
You
buy
your
home
And
follow
a
dream
No
politics
here
Just
self
esteem
A
heart
warms
up
To
where
you
feel
home
No
bastard
rule
of
religion
Soil
surrounds
the
stone
You
get
nothing
for
nothing
And
souls
do
not
exist
There
is
a
concept
of
doom
Nature
abhors
a
vacuum
The
hardship
of
the
Scots
Uh!
You
buy
your
home
And
follow
a
dream
No
politics
here
Just
self
esteem
Just
self
esteem
A
heart
warms
up
To
where
you
feel
home
No
bastard
rule
of
religion
Soil
surrounds
the
stone
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