Текст песни Shoot on Sight - Стадо

In whose plans we were cannon fodder
You'll die bitch in gas chambers
In whose plans we were obedient cattle
You'll die creature, your sentence is as follows

They are grown for slaughter, I know
Tolerance they drive in childhood,
There are already millions,
Millions of those who still fuck

Millions of sheep - herd of stupid
Nurtured under the knife for the meat of the shepherds
Knife in the throat once, not realizing that by
Shepherds nurture new tribe

New cattle, eating shit, too, and all for what?

All for the sake of power blyadin

And what they did, lived his years
In addition it became a resource of the authorities?
In total, only six, card deck
Gave their lives for the good leaders