Текст песни KoTGe - К обеду

The whole world is mine, that will fit in the head
In a couple of days was for me a cold.
From there, all the animals sold to zoos,
Entrances shestnarey filled narco.
I collect stamps, people replace tanks,
Gardens and parks are a hotbed welding
The world is divided into grades and higher trims - the sky,
Should the limit and beyond all of you present.
I served for dinner the tears of mothers ..
For dinner I cooked the pain of people ..
And after all this stir in me
Let's here it will not prevent the crowd
The process of this on stage - implementation of the idea,
That without a specific goal would be a panacea
For pupils do not understand.
I first dial the desired number of ochkov-
They did not lose, no, but die
Leave my fucking world. I styn
Along with him - a strange prize fucking for victory!
And then I just served their fear for dinner.

I taste the life shouts
What is the taste of victory, waiting for an answer!
But on this day again for dinner
I served