Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Зинкин труп

Bm Fm
Evil in heathen robes,
The strange hats and shoes
Hack Zinke vsjaki hands
Legs identity is not forgotten. Bm Fm Bm Fm
Here's a corpse , the corpse of Zina ,
Here's a corpse , the corpse Zina ...
And she screams hysterically ,
Slobbery mouth catches air ,
But his saddle obtёrtym
Evil heathen gagged .
Birds afraid to climb
In heaven, where soaring arrows
They huddled in a hole,
And from there climbs .
Only one dared Ivan
Exit out of the house to relieve himself ,
But seen from the closet
Zina's corpse lying funny ...