Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Про тех, кто голосует за партию жуликов и воров

What is not covered
Do not forget to death hours
Morning eyes of my homeland
The colors of fresh meat
Thought long time, short arms.
Che's something I want to, but hrenushki.
Yes everywhere mustaches and beards
With the bread crumbs birthmark.
Collect crumbs to those in a handful of
Yes throw the heavenly angels,
Yes shout: & quot; Save the lads,
Wash Russia Anew!
Yes shave shaved Russian,
But what are you so arrogant?
Why do not you speak, angels?
Where do you fly, the angels?! & Quot;
Songs & quot; Tattoo & quot; heart-rending
Shoes worn in the shit,
In the morning already ugandoshennye
Pripadoshnye domino ...
Nemudrёny pattern vomit
On the platform somewhere in Bitsa
I look and think: & quot; This is it,
that is worth to suffer and fight!
It is ours, dear, eternal!
It is our, favorite impossibly,
Cucumber, cross,
not surrendering & quot; McDonald & quot ;!
Everything so far looks shitty,
But sometime things work ...
And for all we will be rewarded handsomely,
Of course, it will be rewarded handsomely!
Who of us has not cried,
Holy mother of Russia?
Though the Lord gave me the gift,
I do not presume to describe
This mountain crazy,
These celebrations to tears ...
Against us - and a horde of darkness! ..
With us - Putin Christ! ..