Текст песни Климбатика - Мясо

You took the right on the night,
When you're at home on the floor
Slept all happy and in a sweat
Cut into pieces daughter.
You drew someone else's blood
Blood of Others other people's children.
And even to his daughter
Manyatskuyu forgotten love.

Chorus:
Hello Nara, feds,
No children, you all enough.
Blood thirsty, thirsty cries,
The prisoners in the cell all the crazies.
For you all those adults
As the faceless questions.
All of them are stupid mass,
At night, in a dream you see the meat.

Your favorite dream:
Suddenly move to junior class.
Closed doors, no windows,
In your hand shines ax.
Oh, how pleasant the crunch!
Oh, how pleasant splashing blood!
Oh, how pleasant it squeal!
Such children love!

Chorus.

A drop of clean-clean water
It falls into a rose bud.
And the gardener, very good
Cut out of her spikes.
You vdohnёsh its deep
The smell of red color.
But you its bud
It reminds only meat.