Текст песни Штрафной Батальон Эволюции - Алиса танцует вальс

Not a flock of birds flew
And the warm summer rain walked
Under the sound of heavy metal
We hung Rock'n'roll.

Hand singers prick tired,
And the talk of us is not angry
And we were casual
And hooked Rock'n'roll.

On the will of the punkey rumbled
And, drinking, fell under the table,
And we sticking out on metal
And hooked Rock'n'roll.

The era of authority has come,
And beat Nabat's Number of Number
Metal piles
Stuck shameless Rock'n'roll.

Now the stock is cleaner we became -
For the rupee surrender to surrender:
Metal rigs to us a medal,
And Rock'n'ROLLs all got all
And we stand on the pedestal
And they crave to read
Pop-cash register!

Sam, 01/28/1999