Текст песни насилие для чайников - кисло талица

does not speak to anyone, does not ask questions,
he is lonely and does not mow for anyone,
he is angry with people, because he got acid in the face,
putting on a hood, going out where it is not crowded,
peasants immediately sharpening into an Adam's apple,
women in the womb with a knife,
no bastard will be born
more and more angry day after day,
burnt face, green hood.
his name is not in any way, they simply say - he.
he's so one in a million
but lives in each of us,
"you are so scary at least put on a mask" -
from such words a stone in the temple at once,
in childhood I still hated all pranksters,
buried in the backyard of the kindergarten with a spatula,
was sent by a terrible, beloved girl,
then the nerves began to fail.