Текст песни Гимн Ватника - Ватнюша

Cut chocks under the lamb window,
TV pulls Govnets.
At the slab in the kitchen
He sleeps, leaning her face to the bottle.

Among the cans from bulls in Tomat
In the puddle of growing urine,
Mumble in a dream on the machine
About Jews, squeezed in the night.

From salads Flashing glade
In the hair curled curb.
Bright Lick Sergey Kurginyan
In the domes of fascia on the chest.

Sleeping handing paddy,
Sweet bread under the neck.
Does not slip hipster marasy,
So that the empty package is to pass in the State Department,

Runs out orange tabloid,
Frightened in hand in hand
Sunny reptiloid
On icons in a red corner.

Pidoraka deplexed
Cheap hobs:
Here they are walking on the swamp ...
Only he will not give the enemy to pass!

Bogatyr from fabulous epics
In the chain chain, as if inserted,
On horseback - sparkling Kalina
Having overtake them in the distance.

I get to him - put on the count,
Whether they are at least one hundred times right ...
Will not cleanse any creacle
From shit stable head.

Do not be sad over the shares of messy
Their creator punished with fate.
Know more due to worship
He sent us here with you.