Текст песни Azo - Восьмое марта в аду

Everything that you considered a moral deformity was declared legal
Three days for fun, then you pull the trigger
Nothing remains of you, has sunk into the abyss of aggression
Do not wait for a rollback, you are taken apart drop by drop
Strange things around - mysticism, you understand that you have become a ghost
Your foot lies by the Cerberus in a bowl
In the nose, sulfur, tso, and other elements
You are gagged and handcuffed in the fitting room
And now your pride and self-esteem tend to zero
Since this is the only currency here
You are being robbed, citizens of hell
Strap-on in your asshole, since March 8, bastard.

A toothed penguin fries you in a pan
He and his wife are going to a picnic
Smile at him, wink
But this time they won't give you flowers
Only thorns remain from roses
Tulips dried up like daffodils
You are like a princess in a circus
The character is ironic, but I don't feel sorry for you,
Toothed penguin fries you in a frying pan