Текст песни Картина Мясом - Новогодняя сказка

On TV loudly shouting holiday comes to us
These people are zombies, they don't stick, they don't look
Their scraps from your table are usually fed
People look at them from high and go around fearing

Do they believe in anything and in what gods during such a life
And what do we know about them besides the tops of icebergs
How does it feel to see your happy face
The winter cold hardened their skin to stone

We live sweetly in warmth where our hearts are cold
Our smiles are becoming fake evil
And what makes you smile living in the cold
We do not know whether faith is in a new day in a new sunrise

Think about how homeless people celebrate the new year
I don't know for sure, I dare only to guess
Every year they strangle more harder to live
They will take revenge bloodshed they sharpen knives

Meet 2017
What will he bring us? The income of the gentlemen has dropped
We'll be cut off oxygen
we will survive this episode
I see only one outcome of events
We won't be under
My people will become stronger
My people are getting up from their knees
and everyone will trample this year

While you were celebrating a holiday at the Christmas tree in the club
The drunken body moved the growling Mouzon rocked
Throat to the chorus tore whores champagne treated
Another high-ranking bandit disappeared at night

Time goes on holiday on your heels
Media rings 5th person disappears
Each wallet is stuffed with sin
What the kidnappers want is a mystery covered in ice

Procurement for rescue finance is in full swing
suit wash square Coca Cola
Marinades seasonings champagne whiskey of the highest grades expensive desserts the table is ready

Meat chopped into pochikano steaks for shashl
Someone decorates a Christmas tree, someone fucks a salad in krams
Someone tunes the music louder
Who turns the antennas to hear the president's speech

Meet 2017
What will he bring us? The income of the gentlemen has dropped
We'll be cut off oxygen
we will survive this episode
I see only one outcome of events
We won't be under
My people will become stronger
My people are getting up from their knees and will trample on everyone this year

Kremlin trumpets twelve countdown
Ashes in champagne make dreams come true
That the same nice company to gather
To recoup the evil jokes of fate

Clinking glasses happy wishes to each other
Meat dishes delight the tongue with a receptor in the brain
Remains of corpses in the refrigerator, stuffing in the toilet
Supets walked in the morning for the evening from eyes absorbed in horror

Fun brings and the taste is invigorating
Human taste is always real
The tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it
Each and every lesson

Hear me it will be difficult for you to run away
From people that not everyone is to blame for their fate
To save your soul and centuries-old family
Help those in need in the new year.