Текст песни минус - Судьба бортанула

Turns me over so much inside that it hangs like a trip
Anti-Semitism and screaming, the ultras are over there, hear the bandit
Come here, fascist, not ssy, because the leaders will fuck
Read the sofa media, about you, a single life

Check out what they write about you, and what I ate
They say the same fuck, but different faces
So no offense, brother from the TV voice, they say
You state vi, here is hysteria, space

Jesus in my mind, holy cunts
They’re killing, if only the tramps would not yell, saying: "Putin, give, Putin, give"
Let them bawl: "Russian is the enemy, Russian is the enemy to us"

The Americans are apparently invisible, with the OSCE everywhere
Zagnobili or brought to death, fagot hundreds of people, a variety of animals
Did you think we will watch?
Mom, the Yankees are crazy!

Click-Clack - car door a month ago
Click-klak - she is in Donbas 2 days later
Click-klak - body armor, helmet, automatic
Yankee squad, sight, butt, click clack, click clack

There is no truth in the bloody mess
At least one’s own, at least another’s NO
But we will catch you up to the states,
So wait for me distant and foggy Detroit

Is there anyone in this city that is never anywhere else?
I stopped time and the world is more likely in my head
Rather, everywhere behind these walls, torn gray due to crevices
hundreds of people where

generation of victories
look at the world, look at May, look at work
But I jerked the shutter and fired that they cleaned further inland
because they are grazed by the whole redoubt where the snipers live

they say in Lugansk began the offensive of the masses,
They say we in Donetsk will start in a quarter of an hour
I would like to freeze like this, but
Thinking about it when genocide around is just shameful

Though we’ll hardly remember later
What does the sky look like
And how the stars light up
Those who really need it

In the hands of Kalash, Amen, Lord, brother
Take our last freeze frame there
Though in some form to be in paradise, burning here in hell
A flock of bullets flies, and our chest is not a trampoline for them.

The dust is frozen, the letters in a crumpled sheet
Crackle under the legs of branches, wave of alarmed birds
Fall nA zem 10 to 1 spun shells
We are fewer, but for us at home and the eyes of elderly people

The last fight turned out to be quite compressed
"We were surrounded on all sides" Reception
Let's say these rings are from garnets - hip-hop for the states
Let's say this is your bloody Detroit

Well, a breath in my live,
breath in my try
Are wind from the side
Right people, if not that
I`ll lose a proof for live,
And i`ll feel enemy by my side

Breath in my life
The breath in my attempts
This is the wind blowing from the side
The right people, if this is not so, then

And I will lose stability for life
And I will feel the enemy on my side