Текст песни Луперкаль - Февраль

Do you hear how cold? Fucking, street fenced
Snowdrift colored curd - there frostbitten
Blue faces - you netrozh because they come more expensive
Come passer wind spit in the back white medley

This may not even Siberia - cold cuts ax
Along the stalls, in the wombs of whose larvae grannies-fright
Wind throw icicles - pray hula goddess
Sun and heat - give us a spring and we will soon Sgin

Earmaksy zaebis, but only on a woolen sock
People have plunged into full sleep, they all rush usoh
From the sky pours ice sand-colored winter foxes
This is a one of the annual local fucked

Somewhere shizyat for tottenham, pounding in pubs ёbla
And here again dick and only fancy, as women, tree
Indifferently observe how again under tridtsatnik ёbnet
And frozen lone homeless - in the chest or not Che eknet

In the Nordic gods have taken under the protection of this region
The nose is already tingling - say what counted
Poles, French, German and Swedish, which climbed to the Freebies
Wait - but in February grabbed tenacious hand ankle

Such kezhualnye hats and parks
The local climate makes adjustments, cocksucker carhartt
Mods and Charles - this smells fashion cargo cult
Juli guys - just born here then had the karma

Not perceived as a punishment - mats welling with steam
Mouth - about Spartak charges from behind the door sports bar
Come, see you soon - and I dive into the bowels of arches
And the yard - where everything is the same as usual, as all the old