Текст песни Минус - По Следам, По Пятам, По Норам.

and this pack of evil , there are no angels of heaven
these houses we remember that each of us is not understood
Motor without Ponte and crows have not birds
quietly dripping time , bury lifestyle
this wolf pack , wolves kill a herd
here if need be before the end of each of the brothers
they are not the words of wool , cotton legs are
there jackals dvizhuha fuck do not kill
you did not lose there, fuck Pedal
until eblo not given, fagot under them dripped