Линия Надреза - Марш по трупам
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The flesh crunchs underfoot ...
My steps compact the soil,
The land is alive, it gives birth
And day and night, and day and night.
And I am walking a cheerful march
And I sing dashing songs
The sun shines, the sky laughs,
He is so interesting.

Marsh of the right, marching march,
March on corpses, march for money,
Marsh Nogoye, march with saliva, march - God children!
You can trample and not with your feet,
You can beat without a brand
You can scatter in one words,
For this you do not have to be a poet, march!

Gray -haired bloom, and I walk,
All living things follow me
The earth does not grow to the leg,
The more clearly the step, the greater the name,
The larger the name, the more pity,
When you fall to the ground,
The leg is hog - and glory will be!
The leg is hog - and there will be tenderness!

Marsh of the right, marching march,
March on corpses, march for money,
Marsh Nogoye, march with saliva, march - God children!
You can trample and not with your feet,
You can beat without a brand
You can scatter in one words,
For this you do not have to be a poet, march!

Just die in poverty
To die in poverty,
To die in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just die in poverty
To die in poverty,
To die in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just die in poverty
To die in poverty,
To die in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just die in poverty
To die in poverty,
To die in poverty ...
Fuck !!!