Текст песни Зубастые Колёса - Кошка война

It rolled back the history,
naive question, not a serious answer,
new Christ, seeks to crucify,
those who first opened the light to the world
in the opening window of a black cat
in the opening window, wagged its tail she-
My last war, a guerrilla war
my last country ....
Unfolded powerful shoulders
National Bolshevik & quot; & quot ;, Days
in retaliation for the enemy, the Order of injury,
a stupid question remains-guilt
& quot; dead man & quot; cooled, decomposed in the ground,
& quot; the teachings of light & quot;, but in essence,
dangle in sickle hammer loop,
One consolation that became warmer,
was warmer .... it gets warmer?
in the opening window of a black cat
in the opening window tail wagged she-
My last war, a guerrilla war
my last country ....