Текст песни Страмослябы - Ворчливый Мертвец

(Music - Prince Toshnotvorets text - Ban Eldaron)

In one of the United States of America for rectal prolapse in a public place, you may be sentenced to life hard labor in ritaulnyh services.

I am dead but still alive
But the eye is already rotten curve
My gut sticking out
It's cold in the cold with such a
My poor corpse of a crow pecks
The fight breaks Self-Defense

But Satanists zadolbali
All night in the cemetery plowed
What they want to fool around?
Right now I'll go Bosko unscrewed
What they want to fool around?
Right now I'll go Bosko unscrewed

... They sit on my face
Looks bastards are not afraid!
A day circling above me
Cohorts of flies, and the whole crowd
They sit on my face
Looks bastards are not afraid

At dawn crawled
bleeding viper
She told me the finger bitten through
And the fabric of my socks tasted
That's my neighbor too decomposed
And I just rot overlaid
It smells like a toilet
What a joy to be a skeleton!