Погода Говно - S.A.W.B.
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I want to hear Russian speech, not this game
I am an oprichnina, I declare you impeachment Mr. President
You are caught red -handed when you jerked off in the back room
On cartoons with Chilly-Villy.

Bravo was rested by crystal nights of white wagons
Everything became more dangerous and tougher
Afozniks from a creative union shot a belly of a creative union from an injury
Not sore, bro, these creatures will live at the bottom of the Moscow River with cargo

on the neck. This is a cliche. We dance on their graves, and we are easy at heart
Our slogans are higher than the baseness of these homeless people.
Enough to thump, train your swimming carcass

When I write on the wall "Save my country from dirt"
I am teased in the department with a Nazi pod -cable scum
Yes, put dicks in my mouth with these fagots frog
Mail for the honor to crack smiling, calling yourself right

I am Russian. And I'm not a dick for a homeland
For the whiteness of my children and the new spring
Which may well not come because of these bitches
who bring their shit in the bowels of themselves here

Ready to give a loan to deport them in his own
But these scum have already given a bribe to the court
On the list of rape of high school students.
And the court is not able to reject the past of foreigners.

In prostration, society. we are units
But we are rallied in the coalition
And do not pass the Apocalypse as a chariot,
So far, under our supervision, city streets

SAVB - our weapon anger and sobriety, loyalty to ideas and devotion to the right to cause
So that the Jews are poorly sleeping in beds, a new time will come soon
Be against the authorities without greed, tear its part into shreds
Under the cover of the night, for Russia and faith
While the neighbors are jerking off on the evening news
Bombings on the ground symbols of a new era

The radiance of the swastika from the walls of the Kremlin is much stronger than empty speeches from the TV
An auditor, Jews are coming to you, a prize is lucky - a free cruise in a gulag without the right to provisions.
You are right, your gilded frames will decorate the ditches with your corpses quite tolerably
Wait, soon we are emptying your heads by Nazi bark.

It may be stupid to hate you so diligently - you have all the power in your hands
From your mouths of the stink of corruption and disasters
But we are a germ of the tumor in your heart and plan to grow
Struggling with themselves and groaning people with passions

We have an advantage over your foundations
We stand the beatings and believe with love in our idea
And you, the Jews, although you will drive people away from the way
Limp, you cannot avoid loops and lashes

We will prick your flesh, as you pricked your poison into the veins
Those with whom I was sitting at the same desk, delayed
And now I carry a wreath to them on the grave and curse your joints
With tears, sprinkling a monument

And we and my associates bring to simple people
Hatred by the system, bombing at night simple and understandable topics
How cancer fucking demotivates passers -by
Street art of white youth

Clutch their hands pale tattooing
For Russia without Zog, for healthy lifestyle, for Yura Volkov,
For the light of the clear sun and for the Russian forest.
Respect to guys from OKS

SAVB - our weapon anger and sobriety, loyalty to ideas and devotion to the right to cause
So that the Jews are poorly sleeping in beds, a new time will come soon
Be against the authorities without greed, tear its part into shreds
Under the cover of the night, for Russia and faith
While the neighbors are jerking off on the evening news
Bombings on the ground symbols of a new era