Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Разруха

The smell of wine is so good for the souls of the dead
The souls of the dead need a sterile black sky.
Prepare for a slow death - let it burn to ashes
Go away into your panic, burn your nerves with a cigarette.

In the meantime - Ruin!
Forever - Devastation!

The souls of the dead don't give a damn about plastic paradise
The souls of the dead are the only masters in the entire universe.
And their extraterrestrial game lasts for millennia,
And, as a symbol of timelessness, it will always last.

In the meantime - Ruin!
Forever - Devastation!

The souls of the dead are alone among the infinity of stars
The souls of the dead are what we need, what we strive for.
And let the dwarfs do the invention of wheels,
God will not send them happiness, the Devil of his strength will not occupy them.

So viva Devastation!