Текст песни Умка - Хозяин войны

war Boss

I would like to know who is the boss of the war
For we must all appear
About which we all have to sing
On that guys go to die
Who is the owner of dough that brings trouble
Turning people into the Golden Horde
The headless monster, shouting "Hurrah!"
By which the black hole is crying
But whoever you are, the master of war
You can not hear our words

You built up the forest, you have given gas
The world's population plow on you
To raise up in the square, in defiance of the enemy
Golden toilet and a giant lingam
That would be all of you to gather on one island
To live you there without worries and anxieties
With a suitcase of money, rifles, knives
And they ate each other for a few days
But whoever you are, the master of war
All thy works seen from above

For the rumor goes the heavenly court
From him no one is nowhere to hide
No currency it is not sweet
He can be seen on top of all the words and deeds
For forests and fields for children and animals
For the dead soldiers and for their mothers
For the burnt villages and towns
You, the owner of the war, the court will wait
Whoever you are, the master of war
Your days are numbered

Note. Umki: lingam - it's such a huge phallic dick.