Текст песни M.Sugakov - Покойся с войной

Hell -from eyes sparkle
Mrak- publish shot
Life here is not industrial
and Mr. Black Street

I have a black humor that here the devil himself would have died
and the expense of your life has long been shod
Tell Grandma you're the best, blasphemy
It's your old school appreciate but my bullying
in your temple as a bullet, howling in unison dur
Brui blood on the sand, dried up your mind
even came to us with the world but in aduu
Rest the war, if you are extinguished
the demon in your body, there is no mana faith is mute
almost at the limit of the darkness around you
flame sweating juice life lost
here is my fun, you'll burn to ashes
I was the first person deny tritsarik
kid you not ashamed to deny the father?
You innovation and cents you know his worth
I beztsenen my goal is to fight to the end