Пехота Диверсантов - Дохуя Трупов
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Rivers of alcohol are poured
All people are poisoned with vodka
Who is robbed through the icons
In the face of invisible, gentlemen
And who is dead, from moonshine
I was dead like a homeless
I burned like a dusty dog
Decomposing ahead
Crushing pickup
Of the deeds Mudil ...

There were corpses and pain
Singing in their wounds so salt
We will hold a lesson in Terorism
Cutting all, with the thows of pain
To the fucking ...

And they stood in pickets
Loud obscenity, scolded rockets
Who came, seeing everything in the newspaper
There is war here, a lot of blood and wounds
Dokhuya, everywhere corpses
The dead everywhere, dumbfounds
Drinkled, body grenade
Infantrymen, in their hands are machine guns.

There were corpses and pain
Singing in their wounds so salt
We will hold a lesson in Terorism
Cutting all, with the thows of pain
To the fucking ...

Got out of the pockets of the brass knuckles
In fucking mudilas from the brand
They charged their machines
And giving the government by the blowjob

There were corpses and pain
Singing in their wounds so salt
We will hold a lesson in Terorism
Cutting all, with the thows of pain
To the fucking ...