Slav Smoke - россия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This province has become unloved for me, here are young whores, the smell of perfume and smoke. Such is Russia, the authorities are not going about us, the uncle in uniform decides everything by lawlessness. The teenagers are thumping, killing time, looking at how our generation is ill. They spend the night in the department, and there are no more sixteen, for them the bone became familiar with the blue stripe. It is difficult to believe in this, they say that life is such, we ourselves build our lives, I personally think so. Each teenager knows why mineral water, food foil and an acute pin are needed for. Slaughter grass, after we catch up with beer, this is in the order of things, but we live in Russia. Let's quit strength, because only we need it, for healthy children and our future.

Again, a bastard is dragged, killed, in the night, on the face, joy, you are unnecessary, away! Endlessly endure your bad manners, stand up people from the knees for Russia, mother.

It hurts to see how our Russian Rasse is dying, visible in the forty -first ancestors fought in vain. Too often I see children, and from what? From peridosis in the entrance! There is no honor for our Russian, over the years, this city has become even more sales. No one does not matter! It's too late to take it! Every second, at thirty years, it will die of rahs. Looking for a dose, to rattle your friends, exchange your loved ones for a couple of craps. Only the goal, the body already breaks with trembling, which once swore that I would leave soon?! And nothing good, your youth grew up, he will ask his mother, and who was my father? Tears on the cheek will slide in the mother, and through the pain he will answer, son, drug addict ....

Again, a bastard is dragged, killed, in the night, on the face, joy, you are unnecessary, away! Endlessly endure your bad manners, stand up people from the knees for Russia, mother.