Проект Увечье - Протест - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sky will blazing with fire, Fayer will make night in the afternoon

Anger oppression of the one who was hunched over

He will not understand the threats, or just join

To those who were in the oppression, here are games with fire

Time will frantic lips into the grin of carnivores

Constant hordes that a rod here, like in an inn

Will it stand and disperse? No, there is just a clear nonsense

They carry us, but not one regime stood here and died

It's just that I and you, and there are still those who considered it decent

Pain for the controversy of the country to take into a personal account

And they did not come for cash, not for offset

And not for the badge. Tired of all toleinly, unknowingly

Chapes at the top, because they are faded there like an old port of

If people are rebelled, like Spartak, passports are replaced

And here we are to send scum to the portal in the ass.

Having stopped the mess, and so that the border becomes locked

Curses of firecracker, again they are on helmets and shields

How many no one counted them here, because we are not a couple

Hunger, poverty. Believe me, the power is still

It's easier, which means it is time to get accounts

On the area of the district again problems, like mines

People here tirelessly measure masks like mims

Under the guise of a fairy tale, where the paints-stone

Helpers, clubs will be thrown at a time

Wolf Voil - and huts huts and hin

Blazes in the backs of the blades in the backs of the blades

Cold fear at the throat in the living room

Aggression dominates as hazgi on a long

Wound nits and product John Hoffman

(Oops)

Builds a throne of skulls Country

Topot of boots, kid, dancing on the bones

Time will knock in order to check if the backbone is durable

They will not forgive much, this is not in the news

Steel principles became like loose limestone

Kitchen jackets for a canted jamb

Time goes forward, it's time to change something, or late

Comrades, citizens, people, why are we doing something, huh?! Why, they ... they are like bugs on our body as if all their own! But this is all ours, folk. So why are we Julim before them? Why are we cowardly?! After all, we are a thousand times more. In a million! Oh, we people ...