Текст песни Скрипучий - Кривда

Music - Kabanjak

Chagall Injustice
On our streets:
What was clear,
By morning forgotten.
What was strange -
Most of all you need.
Her words weapons,
Fool not sdyuzhil.

Says Injustice
Yes, everything is a lie:
Listen shame
It is ridiculous to believe.
Yes Lays smoothly
With nails shop
Yes feeds hearty,
As to slaughter the animal.

Divide,
Confused
And the blood in the veins of cold.
Blinded,
And we were
The destruction of the One.

We have the means Krivda
To achieve the goal.
Coley met her,
Do not leave a whole.
Power is worth it
At the mill
With little effort, perhaps,
Any dust.

Fear - your enemy - inside,
But you can not hear me.
You drink firewater
And breathe the sweet smoke.
As the mouse Contrary cat
But you can take a number.
You do not lie to fool you - the servant
Her Majesty.