Текст песни Brick Bazuka - Наша свобода в мятом листке

In the next room, I probably
You see the lighthouse, hey yo, piles of shells burn.
It's my lads, I'm nowhere without her
Moving for Philco tops when faglom with a beard.
Brother, do not call me up on the floor,
I was not attracted by a nut, we provoke laughter.
Of course I want behu, but it is in no hurry
Skins on Pehu, fucking in the hut in Plehu
Around the world, there a bunch of blizzard,
High boots and boots, I hear four legs.
ACAB, the cops, the cops ... I'm home on the trails.
Get out of the stupor, we do not have to clap.
Shop windows, cars, walls, houses, shops
Unimaginable, but my sun exclusively.
Everything up until the amount we have similar chromosomes
Go fuck Masson, this shit is good for us.

Feel deeply this time,
I'll be out of reach in the top flight.
Our freedom in a rumpled sheet
Themselves registered green card.