Текст песни Сергей Калугин и Оргия Праведников - Шитрок

Roots, bloody roots!
Wedges swan east
PCA in my heart chirps nimbly,
Giving out to the motherland an excellent cheatrock.

I wandered around countries, worlds and eras,
And now he’s returned to his father’s threshold:
Maybe your Mike Patton sings and not bad,
Only for me it ... th, I play cheatrock.

Study Klopstock and Brahms if you want,
Move the culture to the masses with enthusiasm for grief.
Just remember that all this, no matter how hard you try,
Just an extra whim in the way of the shit.

So it’s better to throw yourself at yourself -
Not one here such a prophet broke off.
There is a guitar, there are strings, there are strong fingers -
Well, that’s it! Get connected! Our business is shitrok!

Roots, bloody roots!
A herd of choked steppes rushing herd.
We can’t get away from these chords!
We can’t get anywhere from these shitstrun!

© S. Kalugin