WhiteHotIce - Нам Дан Наган
текст песни

You thought you killed me?
No!
You only damaged
Yourself
Not for me
These scars are on me
Anger in me did not accumulate against you
I wake up
You beat your feet for a long time
In the eye of the nose
On the skin of frost
Christ
I begged you Stop!
What did he seek from me
Here's a question
Boom Boom
I got stained with my feet
He took out a nagan
I haven't killed before
Stop began to vote!
Son's bitch stand!
And suddenly a shot in the forehead
And he did not expect
Help SOS -
Someone shouted a voice
And how the dog Barbos whined
A voice disappeared
The whistle is not far away
Domested: What is the matter?
What happened here?
Where is the killer? Where is the body?
The body is in business!
We get down to business
Feel free to get Parabella
My song sang
The raid of bam-bam
Cops here and there
On the brain sides of the legs
The courage spread
Gone was angry
You have to make your legs - indulge in the run

Nagan is given to us
Bach bullet
Jump up the BAM
You pull bam-bum on me

Wait Mr.
Wait a mission
Be kind
Be honest to me -
I am right or may not be right
Explain about the past story now
And speak about the bastard
What do you want to say
He took out the first knife
Popinal was sustained
Popinal was sulking
Began to leave and he did not expect
Boom Boom
Blacks flashed bullet merged
The bullet is heavy
Boom Boom
Bullet in the forehead
I was not pulled from evil
There is no crime in that
That I just asked a cigarette
He sent me angry angry
Bull in his eyes
He will cut everyone here
He will cut us all fagots
Having rejected his fists, he thought that he would leave
But there was no way further
The dead end is ha!
His body is in Popolam
Freyers measured life with two steps
He jackal
And he was a jackal
Kiss me in the ass
If I killed him in vain

Nagan is given to us
Bach bullet
Jump up the BAM
You pull bam-bum on me

Kill millions
They will tell you: warrior-destroyer winner of people
Kill one of the creatures
Groups of filthy
Bitch children -
Finger in the forehead:
You are a bastard dog mokrice
Addict and killer
Yes Yes Yes Yes! It is something
As a monster could not pacify
He began to shoot a bloodsucker
Where?
I just tried it here
Ease of pressing trigger trigger
He was not afraid
I did not try on, I did not succumb to did not succumb,
Muzzle in the hands of Bam
Where is my fear
Life Death by Blam-Bam
In these hands flour
Make such a decision
Maybe pride
Or maybe the spirit of revenge
He has already sat down on them
Will know shit
Where is he climbing
On what

Nagan is given to us
Bach bullet
Jump up the BAM
You pull bam-bum on me