Текст песни Напиток - Кинул Зигулю

Bread Drink
Mutilation project
threw a zigu - flew away

threw a zigul - flew away into the far distance
for me a revelation, for someone just another song with lupercal
And it is unlikely that thousands would shout heil to us in return.
We again have pasta for lunch and paranoid delusions with dessert.
At 13 years old, a dislike for khachas and blacks woke up, hatred of the Jews poured from the body of the bowels.
I thought seriously about the Slavic Vedas. I hardly remember my grandfather.
On white sneakers on the avenue and at 29 I do not get old that there is an important aspect, I found among many those who shoot accurately with a word.
A bow to him as a sign of respect, and not some respect there.
I am glad about the proposal to record a joint album, I’m ready to do everything right. Tightly salute the vegan svr`u and Lincoln I want the lines of these guys at least a little corrected.
.. sent and will be superimposed on sad music, but we will not forget the prisoners
"Our cause is right," said the commander Kutuzov once.
Now there are few of them, and their life has not been weak.
“It was called a cargo - climb into the box” - the Russian proverb says.
Three numbers press on us with a heavy load, but this song will sound not only within the narrow circle and a sharp warrior will pierce a sword into the enemy belly whore.