Врозлив Тошеч - Война - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have a fucking venture

No, not fuck children, I practiced when he was the major

I love when a lot of children in one place suddenly fuck are blown up on a mine

This is the only way I feel like a living eye lingers on a flame in the fireplace

And in the crack of dry firewood, I always hear the ordinary skull for two fagots with a fragment

With a feeling of arrangement and really

fucking undertaking to take children and let them fuck shoot at each other

then take children a little older, who are twenty -five, and so in a circle

I want one day a mountain from dead children to be accumulated, but always not mine

And I would like a fucking sixth grader on her with a cry I am the king of the mountain

cute God accept these gifts from me

A good patriot is a dead patriot

I wipe my mouth from enthusiastic saliva

It would seem what a fucking war and you are fucking

but no just you are not familiar with sophisticated charm

ideas that the whole globe should be covered with dead children

I have a fucking venture

No, not cut off the legs of the newborn, but wait twenty years and so that they are torn off the shell

this I understand the new world order let them feel a little like how to live with your feet at all

Do not love your homeland - we will give you cunts

you love your homeland - give me cunts to those who do not like

it seems the homeland is the process of transmitting pussy

but there is little oil to fucking too little toilet oil in which I am not golden osm

I want my name to be written in textbooks on history in Latin

Tiramisu that I eat is not saturated enough, whose whores I fuck too poorly collapse in oil

General Major Lieutenant Warrant Officer agrees with this, what the fuck are the ranks what kind of shoulder shoulder straps

Remove it oversized

you have everything to eat to drink what a fuck war and you fucking

fuck people get up in the morning to shoot at each other

what a fuck war and you are fucking

A bullet passes through soft fabrics rifle is a holiday

The colonel teases me

You asks what the rasser? Are you drunk? Why did you want to protect your homeland?

what a fucking shoot at people fagot you drunk, I say, kill people kill people

Let the bullet go through the internal organs of the enemy

Homeland you need to love, go multiply mass graves

But how do you like a nuclear weapon

This is my opinion the most fucking TMA

the warhead falls right on your leg and no more city where you lived

There is no longer a street where you lived no more mom with whom you lived

And there are no more than one hundred thousand people

war and you fucking