Текст песни Отравления техническим спиртом - на Биокомбинате случаются часто

I bought a vodka in the store
Drank a bottle and immediately died
I am now resting in the morgue
With me a few more corpses

Poisoning with technical alcohol
In our village there are often
Because we are stupid cattle
I don't care than pour our zenki

We would just have to get
Like fucking pigs
Crawl down the street along the fence
And publish inseparable sounds

I'm lying, resting in morgue
But it is essentially not so bad
I am dead and you are alive
But it is, believe me, not at all for a long time

We will meet with you
In the afterlife world
Where is everything different, no hangover
No Mordoboy, no schizophrenia
Solid positive and glamorous happiness!