Текст песни Московский Театр Музыки и Драмы Стаса Намина - Еда Войны

asporota shell claw
            A pile of bodies, a wave of fire
            A bullet in the forehead - no pulse, cold morgue
            Here death is waiting for prey
            Electronic list, dirty jacket - a sign of mourning graves
            Flying in a meat grinder hundreds muscle
            Two hundred young people a day are killed
            In the month of the dead, all of them - the food war
            Three five zero zero We do not need your bloody shooting
            We want to return all home
            Projectile ripped claw
            A pile of bodies, a wave of fire
            A bullet in the forehead - no pulse, cold morgue
            Here death is waiting for prey
            Electronic list