Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - SONG 3

Gentle whip bitter cake you to boot
Fingers crumple talisman to fail
For the idea without the idea from nowhere to nowhere
Of foreboding spit on the cross hung Judas

Against all ...
Against all the rules in the world
Just laugh our prophet left for us
Fingers do the children play around at night
To meet at dawn happiness in total unfreedom

Do not fall asleep ...
Do not fall asleep that in adversity
Shred razor thin wrist
Nonsense , it's all treated hysteria is overdue
Like human beings in a human - all right, all right