Текст песни Поляк - Alter-жлобство

With his head diving into equality and glory
It is difficult to understand who with soul, and who freak -
The head of shit is exorbitantly sweldled.
"Almost the sun! Clear only eggs! " -
So talks to the coiled mini-Lord,
Having brought into the arguments with silent stupidity.

Advanced underground
It is crying for pain, crying with the convenience.
Fairous down -
Preacher of the word alter-job.

The stuffing lather is capturing a vacuum,
A mini-Lord stinks in a sewn aesthetics
Having boasting his warm-up face.
Thoughts and words set by cancer
Lucually rapes the busty bastards
Excited by their own swine screech.

The music of love cried out and died,
Choosing in his own patient blood.
All having ears yes it is frown!
The brains were dried, the will of Will -
So unnoticed the fate of the Earth.
He head from shit turned into ass.