Текст песни Луперкаль - Просто

minus is selected for good - for those who doba
to the praying box that pounded dogma on the forehead
here in the country of the stole
tells me to fear and pray to capital as God

Someone believes in BER, and someone in alcoholic combo
when along the veins alcohol and speed are side by side
stick you - try to resist the influence of boxes
plasma, when they fall into spasmodic cramps, warping

their faces, but it's more important than a polo wreath
life shit what in their wording is your economy class
here the canon of goodness cracked like a rotten pan
heard about silent indifference? - Yes that's it

spit on everything - devastation will eat the metropolis and villages
wanted a settled life? yes you just donkey, fuck!
fight on a cutting board under the knives like salmon
but remember everything, as Tokyo sensei Shoku remembers

who grazes herds in office cells? in orgies fridays
so easy to erase the edge of status in the assemblages of drunkards
I'm like a foreigner lost in a foreign country
someone says: "it's time to bring down", but for me it makes no sense

no thoughts - com in the heads of lust and thirst to grab
pull away pa hut, laughs a pack of fleecy
your goal is to plow looking as they trample on boots and howl
feats of the past telling us that we are rednecks and louts

the world is like a crate - shoved into us a cherishing complex of guilt
ripen vegetables in the shade unaware of other goals
and this whole world is rotten, alas, under the fun of the hanyig
but that doesn’t mean that we need to moan and whine

and these are just words, but not easy to break
those who do not want to moan - but the silence is a wall
and a sip of freedom is very necessary for all of us
and like light in the dark truth