Саша Скул, Луперкаль - Пока смеются дети
текст песни

Time takes scores
Stirring up the porch of Khrushchev
White nights after black days
The beads of the Ecumenical Pers
Hundreds of thousands of ice needles
Frost sticks into the noses and cheeks
The stone island notice the snow
And so I want to dump from here
(still would)
In our pool, the devils will heal
Yes, it is touched by order
Burned, smoking, youth in the area not cultivated
The intellect is not disfigured
Dad's grandmothers did not increase
Also hung up the tower of the tower
All the same buns, trill, knives
There are a lot of such frostbitten
Like chopped with ice leaf
Once, the son of this pierced porch and a bottle of Pivas will become yours
All these spiritual crossbar of traditions in the name
The pass is not written in the elite
Down the spiral, because the path remains here only one
Through thorns to the abyss
Reality will cut, like a blade with a stupid bird
Up to thirty in generals huddle
After all, your father is unlikely to attach you to the Ministry of Justice
Drowning out frustration, swill will again bring to condition
So you will quit even trying to break through somewhere, to achieve something
Mom will burst out over children's photos
(Ha)
What did with the boy
Subcultural Demochevo
On the casual outfit and football matches
Brands of sneakers and patches
Yes, a whole scattering on a siga, smoking points
All this hip-hop and Nazism, all those Kolovrats and polytheism ...