Текст песни Зубастые Колёса - Кошка война

It rolled back the history,
naive question, is not a serious answer,
new Christ, seeks to crucify,
those who first opened the light to the world
in the opening window of a black cat
in the opening window, wagged its tail she-
My last war, a guerrilla war
my last country ....
Unfolded powerful shoulders
National-Bolshevik "Days"
in retaliation for the enemy, the Order of injury,
a stupid question remains-guilt
"The deceased" has cooled, decomposed in the ground,
"Doctrine of light", but in essence,
dangle in serpasto hammer loop,
One consolation, it was warmer,
was warmer .... it gets warmer?
in the opening window of a black cat
in the opening windows tail wagged she-
My last war, a guerrilla war
my last country ....