Текст песни Филигон - Ролевики

Roleplayers
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Guess who we are, where do they get them?
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We are not from a madhouse, we are role-playing.
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Runnin 'with the elf man's cry
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Scary fat woman in horn-rimmed glasses.

Let's put skis and shovels on the blades.
We are not psychopaths, we are role players.
Stumbling bravely, the knight rides into battle
Dashing on a horse-headed mop.

We'll squeeze iron rubbish into our backpacks.
We are not masochists, we are role-playing.
The adornment of a fragile maiden-beauty -
Under the mail skirt, plate panties!

Instead of a thicket of the forest - even hemp.
We are building a fortress here, we are role players.
Elves, gnomes, orcs, spitting on the game,
Russian rock is screaming over a bottle of vodka
Russian rock is shouting behind a canister of vodka,
Russian rock is shouting for a tank of vodka!

Our hordes are wild, the crowds are great.
We proudly declare: we are role players.
If you wonder why we are cool -
We will answer honestly: would you go?