Текст песни анжелика не придумала название - панихида по Серафиму

In distant, cold, sad Siberia
All cry and mourn for a certain Seraphim
All his life was at his feet, but then trouble came
Jew young cunt today.

With one hand he scrolled memes, with the other he drank Abakan,
He joked about Allah with the Azerbaijani brotherhood.
And in this, I will not hide, his trouble was,
Here is the head rolling on the floor of Seraphim.

He stubbornly composed memes about Kassel,
As Kubrick, he wanted to become a great director,
And frankly, he asked for the track,
But in memory I will sing about him, so that hell and paradise all knew.

With one hand he scrolled memes, with the other he drank Abakan,
He joked about Allah with the Azerbaijani brotherhood.
And in this, I will not hide, his trouble was,
Here is the head rolling on the floor of Seraphim.