Текст песни СИЯЙ ЯРЧЕ - звенят колокола

American cartoons scare kids
There is a cross on the neck, it helps everyone, from all problems.
Our genocide is to watch the pop squat on the bottle.
The icons are crying in the corners, because there is no more gold in them.

Moral hunger prevents me from living until tomorrow.
We take any stupid bullshit for the truth.
Fold your palms and put your feet on the asphalt.
YOU believe in nobody, the chick goes off to suck.

No need to chill, they will do it for you.
You can be whatever you want, the main thing is not fagots.
Rhyme with a square - you are a poet. Tyap-blooper - you're an artist.
Tell everyone the truth - extreme, fucking, atheist.

Leave with me. Pierce the vein with the needle.
The rebels burn themselves in the fire of pleasure.
I am either a man without opinion, or I am a corpse.
The bells are ringing. The soil is fertilized.