Текст песни МВ - розовый огонь

across the Russian virgin land,
trotting horses
flogged with a whip
they laugh and cry

rushing over the snow,
but it's worth taking a closer look
shaking under them
their red penises

the village is burning red
and smokes black
on horseback
beautiful girl

and in the houses of burning people
enveloped in pink fire
Russians are burning
smells like burning on the field

and the horses gallop from there,
sure,
hurrying at a trot,
they are mercilessly fucked

whistle whistle
and
slap!
new bruise
hooves furrow the snow
Several horses,
but understandable
that no one will leave like that
clear enough
that their run is agony
sooner or later the pole will end
rests against the forest, and the forest will end
next to a scary group of horsemen
the bull terrier minces, but it will soon be over.

across the Russian virgin land,
trotting horses
flogged with a whip
they laugh and cry

let's count how many jumps
one two Three
four
divide by zero
the eye does not have time
girl falls in the snow
but she was lucky
she immediately chokes
and goes to the bottom of the field
and she cannot be saved
and the horses all explode one by one
and the whips of their owners hide like moray eels in the snow
and the people who flew up from the explosion
strangled each other on the fly
a little earlier even
than they managed to fall into the snow.

the field is over, the village is gone, yo