Текст песни Война Одного - Не зарекайся

The sad tradition of my country,
DO NOT PROMISE!
From the scrip and prisons
The tragic history of the state
ROAD TO PARADISE through the ordeal.

Ridicule, sarcastically escape from reality
With you'd never happen?
Accidental blow batons ment make everything change.
One quick step from the sofa to bunk:
You're a criminal, the system produces steam
A thousand accidents, cycling articles
The law is thrown on the line, playing with the lives of people.

The sad tradition of my country,
DO NOT PROMISE!
From the scrip and prisons
The tragic history of the state
ROAD TO PARADISE through the ordeal.

As the game with only one goal
We are always in arrears,
Politicians, gangsters, oligarchs and cops:
Debt pit and grab you -
Random kidalovo without investigation and trial!
What we still have to pay bills
Just to breathe and to live simply
And when the bills get paid all the
Who holds our lives in check?