Виктор Летов - Больны государством - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A rusty bunker is my freedom. Sweet gingerbread has dried for a long time. The foreman slows down shit with a boot of my people. Hidden around the corner, killed by a garbage bucket, voluntarily going into the basement, doomed in advance to a complete failure, I killed the state in itself, killed the state in itself, killed the state in itself, and killed the state in itself. Brand that are wordless in the world, the sighted in the world of empty eye sockets, balancing on the verge between the parallel of dense eyelashes, forgotten around the corner, the dumb bucket, naughty into the basement, doomed to complete failure, we killed the state in ourselves, killed the state in ourselves. They killed the state in themselves, killed the state in themselves. A rusty bunker is your freedom. The door is pounded with a cross. I will fill the hole of the enemies of the people with a dry leaf. Hidden around the corner, killed by a garbage bucket, voluntarily forgotten in the basement, doomed to complete failure in advance, kill the state in yourself! Kill the state in yourself! Kill the state in yourself! Kill the state in yourself! Kill! Kill!