Текст песни Начальник Сартира - Я качок

Turnikov, I am a pitch,
You are a salt zucchini.
I will give you a point,
Even if you call you Klitschko.
I do not go to the rocking chair,
From nature it looks like.
I am an orc like Garrosh:
Inexorable, merciless, bloodstand.
My hand is my weapon,
Crushing in a rustling of rare.
In my veins flows blood demons,
Archimond blood fills the blood again.
Since childhood, I was called all the "artist",
Tipo face in red I am paint,
If you are painted - from now on the slave and the chmoshnik.
My Iron Will is destroyed in dust.
My steel fist is dancing on the turtles.
While a tight pimple, pimping turtle looks.
I'm horror instring in the hearts of enemies and fear,
And will not help you in the battle against me swords and axes,
What's: even the highest god gods.
I am a rage, I am this armor.
And Nizatto, never and no one break me.