Текст песни Пьяный Мефистофель - Сержант

An old sergeant burned out at work
Which stood for the good of the country.
His dilapidated corpse was taken to Arbat
And every passerby gave him a pussy

What were we fighting for? For this bullshit?
For an old fence and a bald mattress?
I better fucking run away from you all
Than I will crush the shit on the parade ground.

Oh-oh-oh is my dementia
Oh-oh-oh - I served mine
Oh-oh-oh is my dementia
Oh-oh-oh - I served mine

I will tickle my nerves with rusty grass,
And I will break all hopes with a righteous stone.
The glass fence will scratch without measure
And run on children's bodies without clothes.

Wrap a dream with a footcloth of ignorance
For all those shot through the guillotine.
I will deprive the whole world of sinful creativity
Throwing swamp mud on the body.

Oh-oh-oh is my dementia
Oh-oh-oh - I served mine
Oh-oh-oh is my dementia
Oh-oh-oh - I served mine