Текст песни Сергей Цветков - Железо

So I - a circular saw on his face!
On all hands severed in breadth hugs!
I am standing on the edge of the stage with a guitar
in a torn shirt, I feel like I'm fucking
jump from the scene to you as Cobain!
Guitar vzvizgnet rygnёt and the drum!
Folded fists of nazhdachki and sharply hit
not sparing the neighbor on the right to ram Rip!
Davie and those who are in front! It Turette syndrome
you and everyone in this smoky room close
port where the urine is drained into the toilet
where whores and the same amount as at the train station!

Here I am iron knife grunge with veins
I throw in a Hurricane rukonozhie
with an explosives belt! Will remain alive only
the noise of screeching roar and drum rhythm!