Текст песни Барабошкин - Ларек ZIGHAIL

To the left is the Halal cafe,
To the right is the ZIGHAIL stall.
And you, my dear, young fraulein,
Fascist fam fatal.
You and I are two relics of the end of the nineties,
We do not wear a pedril floor lamp and lacoste.
Belarusian ankle boots, braces and Alloy.
A hand soars straight to the sun from the heart.

Lay-la-lay,
Lay-la-lay.
Call me your Otto Skorzeny.

Lay-la-lay,
Lay-la-lay.
Call me your Otto Skorzeny.

To the left is the Halal cafe,
To the right is the ZIGHAIL stall.
Embracing, we cry so bitterly and terribly
We are very sorry for the Motherland.
Movement today is a crowd of dimwitted teenagers
We raised soldiers, only monsters grew up.
We will atone for shame, healthy lifestyle - with a knife, into the furnace of the GROTWE.
Let's sing to the Terror of the National Front!

Lay-la-lay,
Lay-la-lay.
Call me your Otto Skorzeny.

Lay-la-lay,
Lay-la-lay.
Call me your Otto Skorzeny.

To the left is the Halal cafe,
To the right is the ZIGHAIL stall.
I finished reading the bestseller Codreanu yesterday
Pentru legionare, now you read.
And then we'll see RompaStomper,
Let's throw a dense sun, slap on the pile.
We spend weekends like white people.
We were Aryans and we will be Aryans.