Текст песни ХВОЯ - Хтоническое божество

Chthonic deities politsefaliya
Understand it is more complicated than in the field to catch mullet and I
Hardly Westphalia Pierce drops on the tiles
In the brains of feces, the era is coming south potassium
The people from the south Kalita as nitrous dvuazota with potassium
How to write mrazota taking into his mouth in Italy
Outpost sands laid under incandescent lights
Hourglass second row through the waist.
A further areas donapolnit swarm of new buildings
Heroes of everyday life remind that tariffs are now
With screens authority prepares us to accept the new order
But smacked rot archaisms Domostroi
As Domain racks, seemingly deceptive crooked tailored
One brought two, I look, the damage has already tripled
Progression is growing, and it does not come on tourism
For a couple of years, with 15 million visitors in the south.
Mishyny ace on the little things, but without words
Through the cordon will launch a caravan of donkeys vyuchennyh.
With the bases stranded or nadrochennyh karlanov
How to milk a sheep, snow lying heals wounds.
But there were a number of those whose soul is not cracked
Who has not chickened substituted under attack for the sake of children and women
In whose eyes lit the fire of victory songs or runes War
With all hands, or sborsim yoke or we're dead we're dead or well
Chthonic deity touches mud feet
Nude alley not say anything, I quietly monologue
Veda to ground the story, she sometimes sighs glumly
Chumoyu black smitten from the Volga to Amur
Armor shields strong, but stronger reinforcement sting
Blood fuming struggled cheeks ran
I clenched my fist, electrical pulse read from tendons
Sighting beat enemies to luchshne children lived
The thing I sewed on the casing stones so crushing Cafe
Kalkaz not force lousy rabble oligophrenics
Yuri Budanov with boys tight spread
Trunks sneered as the hair of the goddess Shiva
Fucked * Th Anji fucked * Th, as long as the sun shines red
Open eyes now crowned pyramid Maslow
Someone chaff and water who eggs on butter
From gramophones enemy cry that is dangerous to continue
Strength and honor, victory and death
We were given too little, but want to say much
Strength and honor, our black flag
This is a fight let it stay with us.