Текст песни Dежавю - Пир стервятников

Chorus:

We are not subject to the laws we have put parliament
Explode the sky of those who considered themselves to be gods.
We can not feed your audacity in any way,
And our world is your feast of vultures.

Verse 1:

Box translates the next collection of Deputies,
Tipo laws to accept, but if only they Putana.
There their bellies covered with a tablecloth on the table,
And second chin pulling softly on the bottom.

On the screen the code reads it neznaet nobody,
Their bills it to us in his throat.
They carry on a stock exchange Neshchadim feet
Yes they swing press nulevenkih banknotes.

Grab the weight in his pockets, and quietly gave the post,
Of these, supposedly every second Grisha Perelman.
In public, waving his hands, he holds us for dumb?
But his words will have hawala we do not.

Every cell in the opposing them is caught,
Contact the City Council is to mow the minefield.
I cut down the telly, I listen to their laziness.
They are nonsense, as the foam film days.

Chorus:

We are not subject to the laws we have put parliament
Explode the sky of those who considered themselves to be gods.
We can not feed your audacity in any way,
And our world is your feast of vultures.