Текст песни Музыка против - Песенка о крови

Here's a fairly straightforward song about the blood -
It so crazy fingers clenched into fists.
Poplar-alley ... runaway stamping.
And laugh at the sun torn chest.

What a pleasure to breathe in a gas mask
Trample under the State-owned raw flesh with his boot.
Blessed are the poor only - so it is written in the Scriptures ...
Vseobschepogloschayuschee self-torture ...

Chorus:

Leisure and painfully,
Obkonchalsya up blood -
So that you do not regret ...

It is time for the holiday of universal hegemony,
It's someone's morning someone busy again ...
Hand is my weapon - reliable, not new.
And it is necessary for all, and all to be always ready -

Chorus.