Текст песни Qlinarian - На тропе войны

I go to McDonalds and see me
I want to eat, but I can't
There was a desire to open a refrigerator
see there soup and borrow in the freezer

take and fry chicken leg
in a saucepan to cook potatoes a little
Take this food, having taking bliss
and go to battle with food pervert

put on the patrontash from the sack
replenish the stocks of your caramel
Over the belt knife, and in the hand of a pan
Looking for a chin on the streets of enemies

Sword I scream for simple food
And if you are an enemy - a frying pan in a pile (2 times)

To meet my enemy goes
in his hands he carries pizza
jumped to him
Emazhina got into the nose

To meet my enemy goes
in his hands he carries
I pledged him on the floor
And he explained to him