Текст песни Шипр - Мёд и сахар

Where the maple rustles
Above the river wave
You're fired temple
And he committed suicide!
Do not you see you're more dear friend
How beautiful those that live around.
To what is now on the ground to go!
To what is now no one to judge.
Sheath your lies underground
The patient - more dead than alive!

Half - honey, half - sugar!
Half would be hung.
Half would be fucked.

Why breathe?
For whom to pray?
To whom to give birth?
To whom travel along?
Even if you reach the course tseli-
I still do not understand, still do not appreciate!
Naplodili cattle give birth scum!
And the birth of killing relish!
I looked around - saw up!
Pobleval under the maple, but pulled the trigger!

Half - honey, half - sugar!
Half would be hung.
Half would be fucked.