Текст песни бухенвальд флава - дурное предчувствие

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under martial law ,
human life is cheaper -
for example, by half.
it is as if a monster is biting the neck ,
and blood demolish the tower , like vodka and wine.
this is our last tango
Sunset World , stained crimson cream.
the smoking barrel of a tank at the temple ,
Black October , the White House , the Kremlin -
all reflected in the eyes of a clown ,
and will be in full for all and in full :
blow up the tower of Babel
will roll along the roads of the coffins .
and when it will be very scary,
we go to pick mushrooms ,
mushroom cloud of the Third World .