Текст песни Мирозадовщина - Метафизический выстрел ИГИЛа

You thundered like a shot
And I huddled in a corner
And feverish thoughts
They hit the temple with urine.

After all, you seem to be from ISIS,
And in sin, as in a burqa,
Will willingly dig a grave
Uncle Sasha's in the garage.

Why do I need such passions ?!
I'm on you, like in a war! ..
They sang about it in the medical unit
Homeless people covered in shit ...

After all, you are a succubus offspring,
And I'm winged like Icarus!
Disappear like a delusion:
An airstrike awaits you.

12 november 2015