Текст песни Кровавый утренник - Каналья

Channels, you call me ,
Nails scratching his back , under which the dirt ,
On the roads of the Civil War

I kissed channels heel
Under the censorship - clubs
As high-grade scum
I handed her girlish dreams

Pr .
You are a child of civilization sewer regurgitation ( 2 - fold)

Channels, my face ottoptala
Three crutches and prosthetic leg on the fifth
Not back to the last century mytym

Channels, you washing my socks
Gritting his jaws ,
Saliva dripping from his mouth in the chum
With the corpse of an unknown person to us

( solo)

Pr .
You are a child of sewage belching civilization