Текст песни Антон Черноусов - Небо над головой

"Sky above your head"

Birds are singing, tits are flying.
And in the clouds there is a clear sky ...
Silence, but war will come to us.
And over the sky and over the field,
There will be a port wine massacre!

Rumble of mines is heard.
All kill with their last bit of strength.
They need a big break
with a country with a headache!
Hit, hit, drink and sing
by q Clear sky above your head!

Rockets jamb, plowing the sky.
Soon they will not bring them out, they will eat all their own.
Under the rumble and screams
under the clear sky,
there will be a port wine massacre!