Текст песни Красная Плесень - Ужратые панки

Stood hot weather
Hot wind blew stinks
Three punk tractor pussy
The collective farm cream, big.
Dressed were all in the Nazis,
We wanted to go to the center strongly,
Birth to celebrate Clayvo
Cherkova Vasi Metalist.
In the post stood in the tel
Soldier in the pagons of very scarlet,
He kept the machine huge
And "Whiteor" smoked unlawful.
Here the tractor approaches close,
He rides Grozno and rinsing,
Because of the glass, they see
Pimony, silent faces.
Immediately remembered, fucking grandfather
How he beat the fascists a shovel,
And many Germans in that war
He laid out for not fig.
And he stood before the TRACK TRACK Curly,
Touched the wheel instantly and on dick,
Kulachye his drowned hood, fucking
And the tractor fell over the other hand to his other hand.
Panca departed, flowed from a pantian,
Rose, reptiles, and at the time they ran away,
Forgets about everything, and about you with shoelace,
And the soldier furiously broke the tractor.
Here we have now in the army of the heroes.