Katana Samsona - Автоматы Заряжены
текст песни

Machine guns are loaded, the boys are loaded into cars
Cars are lowered, fathoms high
Those who have been wronged by life for a long time
Buried alive
We work together
Business is organized, fathoms are fathoms high
A narrowed, dressed-up man in ironed clothes
The streets remember who he used to beat up to the neck

Torment for money torments
Shades of a boundless week on the body
Shadows flew, in fact they sweated
But they did as they wanted
Tell me where your accomplice is
Tell me where your middleman is
Every day is Monday, every day feels like the last
You only have to sneeze and gossip spreads

A smoke break stop is like a whole camp
The boys fly through the courtyards, it's a kawabanga caravan
Afghanistan's hubcap glows brighter
The business is smoothly frying, then the body melts across the cabin
A wild smell of burning from the nose Hit
Faces melt, the Wild West rules
Kill on the move
Adds seasoning
We'll be silent like piranha fish
Profits are hanging in the balance
Fear is flashing in your eyes
Fuck you, man

Guns are loaded, the boys are loaded into cars
Cars are lowered, fathoms
Those who have been wronged by life for a long time
Buried alive
We act in unison
Business is organized, fathoms are fathoms
The betrothed, dressed in ironed clothes
The streets remember who got it in up to their necks