Call it the great, great, great,
Call it the great, great, great,
Call it the great, great, great,
Great, great!
great, great!
We call it a great, great!
Great, great and mighty, the verb you dryuchit!
The great and terrible, fry the red line.
Get your hands off forever from our ABC, freaks.
Old witch doctor told me: & quot; In you is the blood of the Greeks,
Your life is sugar, but do not forget about the salt in the tracks,
A word should be treated, not only to touch,
You still have to live, give the Hippocratic oath & quot ;.
In order not read past, past meaning, rhymes, music,
To turn over in his grave does not Cyril and Methodius.
We welded, so now disentangle porridge
Let's show rap rap from Rashi Mom!
Chorus (2x)
I swore on the blood, praying in the temple,
And then he heard a voice, said: & quot; Matthew, look,
Your star has risen, it is black,
You will love and hate for it.
You're a sinner, yes, you are earthly reptiles,
But the divine spark in you. & Quot;
And along the way, that still, yes.
And I listened to the story, but realized that small,
And just in my head it's not fragmented puzzle converged.
How was it possible, hello, folklore mat ban,
A word - a mission, not a prison locked.
The richest in the world, an original, the most savage,
We call it the great, great, great