On the stage the crowd backing MS
And everyone something inappropriately wails
They suffocate , like asthmatics
The audience wants to fuck send them all
You promised the people meat , pizdabol ?
And I see vegetables singing discordantly
Performed polpesni voice villages
" Wait, let a couple of seconds to catch my breath ! "
Again bubnezh monotone under his breath
Explain to me what it is now carried from the scene ?
Around uporotyh zombies
This is not a concert , it's a shame , damn
I'm not all - I'm old-fashioned dancing feet
But dancing to you even this does not help
Not because I'm stone, just Mouzon dohlovat
And I want to hell!
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
Hell I want , I want hell
From live sound was no use , if the artist dead
C such performances scram to hell!
In the hall of -30 Celsius
Najera us this funeral procession ?
Do not torture your ass , if not given
Soon, the audience will be asked to give them ketanov
How much can you give the show a sleepy fakap ?
You did not try to rehearse a piece of asshole ?
People paid for tickets loot
And you and then play half an zapadlo
And you mnesh and mumble here, as autistic
With such performances to hell scram !
I'm not all - I'm old-fashioned dancing feet
But dancing to you even this does not help
Not because I'm stone, just Mouzon dohlovat
And I want to hell!
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
All stand and silently suffer this fucking shame
Although Hall has long must be empty
I've been in one of mediocrity throw rotten eggs
The remaining shy ...
Do not be shy !
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
I want to hell, hell I want , I want hell
