СД x Чекист - Третья мировая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

SD:

Exactly a year to the third world, I myself am not my own,

It's time to rest to me,

They say to me for the third year that I am a dead man

I am an idol, you are fans, everyone bow to me.

Fiber -optic future,

You ate paper, and on it is my profile, son Prush,

High -speed, vitamin -containing,

You yourself almost disappeared, but in the moment it became still disappearing.

Poke on bel, in the house a place is smoked,

She smelled in dreams, there is a present rights,

One explosion, your house went underground

Exactly a year to the third world, you can not hesitate.

Syringe, tourniquet, injection, pupil went to the point,

Fritz died in that room, this will not die for sure,

And each time they get down more water,

Please do not blame me, all together "Hai Putin" ...

Chekist:

"Hai, Putin", say now, only, in fact,

Who is stirring up, he believe it, it will not celebrate it,

We can only observe the picture,

How a ten -year -old child is accustomed to heroine.

We are all on the verge, the third world nearby,

We all drove it, armed the detachments to the teeth,

We are playing, samples are not when cooking,

Vovka is trembling in his knees when he thinks about reports.

A lot of vodka, right now everyone is sitting on fast,

And not a single one, but the whole country hung,

After all, our law is raw, like Windows Vista,

And our bear did not understand where he would be crazy.

They kill here, and every third is not guilty

And Uncle Stalin from the portrait also frowns of his eyebrows,

It is no worse than the current state,

What promotes the corrupt image ****

SD:

Soy on your corpse, like a fidammer,

Return like a rebel from hell, and you froze,

Exactly a year before the Third World War, all are doomed,

Fuck a melliy appearance, humanity is a rare species.

I am a loan on your coffin, ***** oo is buried with honors,

Something whores pay ******* os, there were such a fate,

I killed all of them, but there will not be enough for all my strength,

So Hat, like hell, angry like a maniac, believe me, I am a nervous psycho.

Chekist, and “C”, then “D”, Trust for the third,

Many ******* AM Best Friends - Knuty Ples,

And only time flies, keeping in himself what was here,

When there was hunger, many had friends.

And not celebrations, metabolism, and **** develop,

They scorch the world through a prism in anticipation of a cataclysm,

Scary to horror, in their asses a strip of mercury,

The temperature of the world is normal, Russia, "Hai, Putin" ...

Chekist:

"Hai, Putin", give the honor to everyone who destroys us,

After all, we initially trusted them with our destinies,

But we were sold, already in the First World War,

And we suffered, not wanting to live.

In the Second World War, we were simply finished off,

Hunger, blockade, fear, and only corpses in abundance,

What you want, you want a neighbor, you want relatives,

And people ate people who loved so much.

When to see bread, and then see God,

And the government in the Kremlin always had a crust,

Pass nerves, the percentage of suicide is growing,

But this is not visible from the towers behind the wall.

World Por, where Peter was great,

Now he has become drug addict, and completely faceless,

You are three per reality without seeing the nose,

The third world is no longer in question ...

SD:

What’s go, number, first coming,

Specified, hell on earth, we are doomed,

Scary to horror, please do not blame me

Planet Earth, Moscow, Russia, “Hai, Putin” ...

What’s go, number, first coming,

Specified, hell on earth, we are doomed,

Scary to horror, please do not blame me

Planet Earth, Moscow, Russia, “Hai, Putin” ...

Moscow, Kremlin, Medvedev, “Hai, Putin” ... Moscow, Russia, “Hai, Putin” ... “United Russia”, “High, Putin” ... Walking together, “High, Putin” ...