Текст песни Крематорий - Сперматозавр-чемпион

Lazily drew his sword from its scabbard,
The doctor said you nebeznadёzhen.
And, in hours, instead of sand,
It runs your blood, measuring out the century.

You - the champion, you - the choice of fate,
On spermatozavrov competition you took the Grand Prix.

And how many of your brothers and sisters
It went just divine target.
They will never withdraw to the movies,
Their names will not know anybody.

And you - the champion, you - the choice of fate,
On spermatozavrov competition you took the Grand Prix.

You're the one, though always surrounded,
It could be a long time to accumulate a million.
But you still do not forget the axiom,
The fact that the cart does not privyazhesh the coffin.

You - the champion, you - the choice of fate,
On spermatozavrov competition you took the Grand Prix.

You - the champion and I - the champion ...