Текст песни Белый Террор - Белый террор

I want rivers of blood to flow
The gutters were stuffed with minced meat
And the porosites crawled at our feet
Afraid to look up at our bloody march
I want the perennial Jewish yoke
Has vanished into the dust of the passing centuries
Get up, take a knife, cut heads
Free yourself from the shackles
The branches of the trees crack under the load
Unbearable to the weight of the hanged bodies
Here is a banker hanging, but an official weighs
People's patience has a limit
An excavator digs holes in the cemetery
So that they are filled with the corpses of enemies
In the bloody swamp people of freedom
They sink enemies and their whole raft
This is a dream she is so real
She's so desirable, let's make it happen