Текст песни Основной Инстинкт - Секта пятидесятников

Lived, damn, monster in our yard,
And everyone avoided it.
All day spent in your cone,
I did not communicate with anyone.

But something happened, and she gave birth
And the whole courtyard was puzzled.
Father was on ciphers, but looking for a crowd:
He is waiting for great shame.

This is the sect of Pentecostal ...

In the evening, the light turns off the light,
All monsters are rushing to the coneer.
Solar dawn comes until
They continue to heat.

And when winter comes to the country,
Monster will be born.
And wait with impatience in the Spring sect
To turn the light again.

This is the sect of Pentecostal ...