Бранимир - Бабка
текст песни

1 verse.

Grandma on the bunk, grandmother will die
The body is numb, blinds and stalls
Where are your granddaughters of the girl-skeleton?
Bright thoughts of youth
Komsomolls white hands.
And the children's children beat cigarettes
Shala-shala-shala-shala dance bodies, there are things more important
And the grandmother on the bunk in the throat in the trash.
Grandchildren in a back, grandchildren in ecstasy,
And the grandmother knows that ...

Chorus:
There is no ja
There is no ja at all
There is no more ja, no ja.

2 verse.

Grandma on the bed of rats on the grandmother,
Grandchildren on Hanka, gods in Neggy
On the wrong side, to the wrong side turns the grandmother
Yes, drink a hunt, but eat hunting.
God you, God, you are my God!
Now the devils around with their pans,
They dance the Aragon Hogu, my God!
Rather, to die, die,
Fly straight through a room stench
To the offended lands, lands, lands, strawberry glade.
Yes, away from the hazelous colleagues, on hard labor of life
Roba is pressing, Roba presses, timidly grandmother, grandmother is gloomy,
The grandmother shy, the grandmother is gloomy,
But she knows for sure ...
That there is no ja
But there is an eternally guilty government,
A handful of whores, Korefeyev,
accumulation,
Dealers, assers, traitors,
Bourgeois and six holsters.
There are state standards and standardlarmors.
And the rest they spread rot to such and such a mother.
Terrorist attacks are rattled, nams are smashing, bunkers,
And pacify the rebels with a dental flutter,
Free-thinking lives, but somewhere in a misera,
Pidrastrasts huddly howl in Tilivizer sing
About your bunnies, your hands, your fingers
They ... that somewhere in Grozny boys are dying,
And he ... that somewhere in Grozny boys are dying,
Boys, Russian boys are dying.
3 verse. There is still death, need and hypocrisy.
Throw, grandchildren, jambs, rather potion.
After all, you cursed, scrapped, but blew,
Yes, they dangled, and you, a port, were awarded.
Fuck like bugs in all cracks in all cracks.
Pretty cancer, gentlemen, not all women
What is the dick Ja? After all, there is no petition for the celebration
Crey of an ax and be a champion of a stain of a stain,

Chorus: But there is no ja,
There is no ja at all
There is no more ja, no ja.

4 verse.
Grandma on the bunk, wound on the wound, dumka on the dump
In the haze, minutes, bent, joints are oppressed, joints are oppressed.
Under the load of an outcast, she is already there with one foot
And soon with another, they dig a grave, dig a swarm, swarm
Flies rummage with swarm, swarm, swarm, swarm.
Breathing the naval of flies overlord
Death monastery, grandmother is carried by zealous horses
Tsok-Tsok-Tsok already ... she already, she doesn’t care,
After all, she knew for sure that ...

Chorus:

There is no ja
There is no ja at all
There is no more ja, no ja.