Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Хорст Вессель

Let it be our Horst Wessel with you,
And the sky in the winter haze over Tyumen.
We will not find yourself another place
For drunkenness, blasphemy and idleness.

And the Satanists are cut in black Messe,
The story is in the corner.
And we do, rejoicing that together,
And we die stubbornly after each other.

And time is engaged in meaningless selection,
Dawn squeezing on the face and sprinkled by a moonshine,
Everyone has in the heart of the gloomy freak,
So she is what kind of beauty freedom!