Текст песни Красс Намордников - Конвой

Good songs, lovely songs full of every mouth
the righteous people planted the enemy on the pitchfork,
the Drosophila fruit leads a round dance,
here.
Queens are dancing, frakers are messing up,
flashing advertising flashes;
a convoy leads prisoners of war along a poisonous river -
this seems to be the essence of the divine plan.

It is good in the land of amber to celebrate the dawn;
give all firefighters a fiery greetings;
we are not afraid of the devil cunning, vicious Baphomet,
no!
Lave poured into pockets to the knee
richly covered glade;
a convoy leads prisoners of war along the charred grass,
and this is also part of the divine plan.

Tyatya, tyatya, our networks are the best in a row,
in our temple, chandeliers shine in hundreds of kilowatts,
we are not bent, neither these nor these, pouring into the distillate
poison...
Hostile totems rest at the bottom
diamonds - extracted from trash;
a convoy leads prisoners of war to the rickety wall
he fulfills the point of the divine plan.