Текст песни Панкизм - Песня про панков

With mohawk on the head
I'm going down the street.
I spit at passersby:
Fuck you all pizdudu.

All the pins in my outfit,
And jeans fucking come.
Blaspheming look? Kiss my ass,
While on the dick did not send!

This - not the shark, it - not a gorilla,
This is - we: big, evil bastards-morons.

And the lads in uniform
We like very much,
Because in trezvitelyah
We sit day and night.

We are often criticized
Mat patriots
And we send dick
Old idiots.

This - not the shark, it - not a gorilla,
This is - we: big, evil bastards-morons.

Oh, viburnum blossoms
In the field beside the stream,
Punk young
I fell in love.

Punk loved
On the trouble,
Kicked out of the house -
In the basement him go!

This - not the shark, it - not a gorilla,
This is - we: big, evil bastards-morons.