Текст песни Лось - Гуар

Nyuhai Miston Space,
Admire the smell of chima
But there remains the nature of the Blade,
Inside you are terrible Titan-Ogrima.

And I say neither about the shoes of the cat
Neither about moral values.
I'm talking about your sweaty beekens
Meaning a member is spinning.

Between which, stinking, worries feces,
And if you look good,
Notice, there Molhag ball
And n'wahovo childhood.

Droza to almalia, with a battery
To the holes, read every lesson,
But that guar, who has a yoke on the family,
Guaru - stretched brown flower.

His existential emptiness
Will be engaged in an imaginary bum.
The beast does not offer a chair
Not he sits down, he is planted.