П.Т.В.П. - Джихад
текст песни

Sometimes it is cool here
It climbs into the concentration camp sunset
I will never be with you
I am announcing jihad
They scurryed everything, now calmly
Go home, close your mouth,
Sell love on the contrary.
In the bay night is burning with a fire
The moon was hanged by the cops
You so wanted and kept
Control over the quality of the dream.
They scurryed everything, now calmly
Go home, close your mouth
Sell love on the contrary.