Текст песни Четыре Мужика - Вой

Expensive smooth
One Mr.
I did not get into the school
Not that in the brand

Suddenly, the image of gloomy
Raised in the eyes
And filled with horror prostak
And fell into the ravine

Howling

And stacked songs
And loss poems
About employees of the forest, children of Satan

We are all cursed forever
To death to death
And let every bastard that stands in our forest
It will be terribly suffering

Howling

And one
Without power
Slightly alive
Down with
How much pain
I do not remember
Just howl was in the ears
I am terribly tired
Shadow became