Текст песни Shyngys - Тиран

Drying tyrant invites you to visit,
He counted all his guests.
For dinner whisen bones
And the tears of hundreds of innocent children.
"Try it, try something" -
Melts the mouth from the fule sala.
Warring a hundred years, did not become a thread
There is still little surrounding.
Someone will get a piece of rivets,
You will only get crumbs from the pyr.
With liquid viscous black decanter,
Do not worry, carry by.