Текст песни Крыс - мы ебашим по горам

In the mountains, ebashim in the mountains!
In the mountains, ebashim in the mountains!
In the Achtung lowlands and bedlam
And they are looking for us there ...
But they will find a dick, because now we fuck in the mountains!

On our heels we used to rule the blades
We trampled oats to a state of flour!
But in this race my legs were worn out right to the shame
After all, for the fourth day we have been fucking in the mountains!

Our piper from the pipe itself was long deaf!
And the plaids tore us a symbol, fucking thistle!
We put steel patches on them here and there,
And rattling iron all over the mountains!

From hunger and drunkenness, I was swollen a long time ago,
But what else to nourish our rebellious spirit in the campaign ?!
There will be no drop of fuel for steamed enemies
After all, we are twenty miles apart in the mountains!