Текст песни Сорокалетний отец - Сачок для некрофила

The world will smash endless species,
Catching a straw, run away, catch them!
But where the memorians came to serve,
Always come their necrophiles!

Rather, catch them!
Necrofiles came!

And they will fuck your corpses,
And children throw their body into the eyes
Glorifying ridiculous miserness
All dresses will be put on themselves

And will walk and say everything
And will walk, throw

And the children cry and pour their hears
And the earth from the tear becomes slippery
And everything will slip on it
And eat in a mixture of incomprehensible rights
Unknown Rights and Responsibilities
Civil code went crazy !!!

Go! Go! I am satisfied with myself!
Drawer! Drawer! I did not hear these screams,
I'm not the prince of folk will,
I am calm, I'm modest,
Do not guy fox and not emel,
I wicked them, I'm smarter
I'm generally smarter than everyone
Because with me
Because in yourself,
I carry my own

I carry everything my own that I am carrying myself
Himself with me, and quite good
So lonely, that even underground.