The cordon is cop, the wind wears garbage, But you have long been accustomed to lawlessness
And do not retreat, do not run away, do not carry
Shaved bald stormtrooper boy.
They are afraid of you in Mercedes uncle, Animal fear, with sweat icy. Fuck you on the panels
And rightly so, let it be scary to them.
Someone else's money, blacks ATMs.
A disposable syringe for free and a gun, And a cop in a pea jacket, in a helmet with a gun, But also with weapons, he does not walk alone.
Shaven-headed, doesn’t ask to let go, When they twisted and captured
A machine carries garbage with it,
So as not to take away the personnel PM.
Let the cop sweat, let the hachik shake,
You're just a Russian without a weapon yet,
But very soon, at football matches, troops will be on duty with tanks.
Your older brother brought down animals in Chechnya.
And ears to spirits cut without a doubt. They gave birth to you and fed you in the war,
As an example of an Aryan creation.
Do you believe in the future for your country.
You are the flesh of the flesh of the Russian people. When skins walk the streets
Freaky freaks tremble and hide. Your skull is shaved, fear is unknown to you. Let the blood on the greenbers, let the bruises and bumps.
In your eyes the enemy is easily recognizable, The heavy look from the Hitler Youth boy.
