Текст песни Loqiemean - Рваньё

[Hook]
The brand is burned on the skin!
The devout sprinkles us with wine
Lakay, lower echelon!
Patch, necks with embroidery torn
My rag

[Verse]
Hunched fist under the low sky
Thought to bathe my veins with this whiskey
For a year nowhere without a visa - poor
But nerves multiply under the sheepskin coat
(Oh shit!)
My battalion! What not to take with a pen, take with fire
Barefoot on the ice, this blizzard is oppressive!
Hey, the two-headed eagle didn't take us under its wing
We are blacks for them in our own country
As if from my knees
Didn't get up all century
17 years divided everyone into those
Who moved to the west or exiled to Siberia
Don't judge by yourself, but I'm rafting from Athens
The garden of abundance of all their gray hair
lined up against the wall on a chain
Are you afraid of the guillotines?
Come son, let's see
(Hey)
It's irony
You will be put on a feather and poison
You have no right to choose
You will be put on a gulag
Letting you understand
How delightful the camps are in Russia
Hey hey hey hey!
And I dripped down the windows
I completely forgot Themis
I lamented at the old people until the corpse saw
Blind help us
All grave shooting
I carry the dish
What's the secret brother?
I do not piss throw my bundle of rights
Juicy breakfast for three fat men
Urgent cyanide, spot
When on the guts of the last priest
Hang the last king
Look at the bulletins in the newspapers
Since morning
I give a tooth there will be smiling Siberian

[Hook]
The brand is burned on the skin!
The devout sprinkles us with wine
Lakay, lower echelon!
Patch, necks with embroidery torn
My rag