Текст песни СашБаш - Лихо

If it were not tolerated - to this day to sing!
And sat quietly - so woke Litho!
Blizzard blows the white chamber.
Head nods .. x from the patch.

Clover yes birch - Field tribe.
North yes frost - golden stirrup.
Silver and tears in the Asian vase.
Then - fools, the princes of our all-weather dirt.

Barefoot walking on the diamond core.
Many shooting. Other watchman.
Mourning ribbons. Velvet curtains.
Swearing, applause yes Stalin spurs.

Writhed in pain without fire and bread.
Trampled field, sowing the sky.
Runaround orders. Hinges on aspen.
And on top of diamonds - shaky quagmire.

Forgetting where, we skip all directions.
Put on a miracle - had the misfortune.
The ravine picks Bedov gang -
Dad-ax so my mother whip.

Put cooperative - covered with snow blizzard.
Vodka for a week - yes a year hangover.
Darn body. By the edges sewn.
Exactly one year sweated so exactly one hour to chew.

Sucked paw - poskripev bast shoes.
The light - on stage. Fortunately - for the Scourge.
Fun, wagons! Place yes chimes!
Who, who, who will hear the groans of stolen icons?

Along the walls of concrete - prairie breezes.
We are longing for the green - nephew home.
Beggars gourmets, false orphans
Yes hill-chieftains of snotty company.

Ghouls poultices - as a living medal.
Only and gifts - something that does not take away.
Our or your - sticky glasses.
After waving crosses sleepy mounds.