Текст песни Петля Мертвых - В ритме хардкора

Give me a hand , and wider step!
Do not care what puddles underfoot .
Your doubts for them nothing,
You're in this world no one needs !
The day will come and everything will return -
I'll pay for the full monty
The day will come ! You have my word !
In the meantime , until , driven again!

In my eyes a bit of sense ,
But as the fires are burning !
We are not afraid of the steps of the Nazis,
Crowds cops and gopoty !
You chose the culture itself
And for her stand before the end !
I will help leverage and short,
In the meantime , until , driven again!

Get up off his knees , cattle be ashamed!
In glamorous pussy talkers
From birth in captivity , we obviously
Take still and depriving brain!
We are lucky to have you , without dispute
We still live in the hearts !
We were lucky ! You have my word !
Knock - cry of the heart to the rhythm of hardcore !

Hardcore ! Hardcore !