Текст песни Картина Кретина - Деревяшки

Destroy trees in high-pressure,
Drink risses rough to us
Sprinkle us a miracle miracle powder,
And send to the light of unclear sin.
Let the people laugh by calling the trouble.
Our motives will understand everything for the mile.
Kill and prick - we are not yet tired.
What you did - you yourself knew.

Once, two - a blow to the ax!
Three, four - sprinkle with powder!
Five, six - it turns out well!
Seven, eight - no one like it?!

Unhappy with their destiny.
But who caresses the roasters of peace?
What are the feelings, what dreams?
Their miserable thoughts are very scarce!
Huge lot of living dead
Wanks in the light, not having brains.
And the old carpenter is sitting, and everything creates.
Although everyone is tired of freaks.

Once, two - a blow to the ax!
Three, four - sprinkle with powder!
Five, six - it turns out well!
Seven, eight - no one like it?!

Once, two - a blow to the ax!
Three, four - sprinkle with powder!
Five, six - it turns out well!
Seven, eight - no one like it?!