Текст песни АУ - Седьмое ноября

The glasses are all broken
The air smells like gas.
Killed on the floor
Someone did not miss.
The girls are smoking
They have no time for "I love you".
Killed on the floor
Bleeds out.

We will not be hanged in vain,
On the seventh day of November.
But this is not the limit,
Yes, and my corpse has grown thin.

And sometimes it's easier
Flamethrower in the grove.
And it happens better
Immediately after the putsch.
How long have we lived
Local Jews.
Soaked in vodka
Lenin in the mausoleum.

But they won't hang us all in vain,
On the seventh day of November.
But this is not the limit,
Yes, and my corpse turned black.

And it happens better
It can be easier.
Here's a peephole for example
In an ultrasound oven.
There are many ways right now,
We need to check them.
And don't need children
To believe smart uncles.

They didn't hang us in vain
On the seventh day of November.
But this is not the limit,
Yes, and my corpse turned black.