Текст песни Зазеркалье - Песня о хорошем человеке

Once , the old page
It comes time to pull out by the roots
And the angel of death in a black chariot
Fellows fucking going to kill
Loved you , man , games , dancing
Peace and meanness slavish love
Umbrella sentimental philistinism
Soldier you killed the chimera of conscience
This time , all around the dog
Of the thousands of necks , individual and spin
Of human waste from the cloaca
A good man is always the same
He likes to live it is not the death of comrade
Soldiers and one destiny dutiful son
He walked through the nightmare of fires
And a new world will , as Mr. !