Текст песни Luiku - Війна Курва

Breaks in chains on the soul level,
The air tears, crying, "Our Father"!
And the dust has fallen chest embroidery,
And the world is divided into theirs and ours.
You sit in the vestibule and think how to live,
From fayky rubbed his eyes to tears.
And how many can dig his own grave,
When devils spit on your images?

Chorus:

Fucking war! Play music and do not want that holiday,
As if holiday but I want to scream, choose:
Or live or die, but I was stubborn!
Fucking war! And it is not de jure and de facto,
What can you do, I will fight without intermission,
Obyrayu- want to live and .... Hey, come on ammunition Give! Hey, come on ammunition Give!

When is the rage in my heart - there is no love.
And ignore that in the eyes burning sand.
With knees rose brown-eyed, chornobrovi,
They sang so that permeates to the bone.
In pockets of bullets, cigarettes and icons.
And a few words socials and black smoke.
Played strings and ringing bells.
It's not my - that is my Jerusalem