Текст песни Mnogoznaal - На Третий Путь

Your fame grew
Let the money go in a row
Crimes are unlikely to be able to hide from sight
Even when the verdict is clear
Judicial oppression, in their bed of passion
For money poured, life is coin
I don’t believe in fairy tales for a long time, a kind look will not warm you
Do not advise to sleep anymore - I sleep twice a century
Crazy, probably among a herd of deer
Here's a gregarious fucking lady nonetheless
Blame the sweet greens weakness, in the knees
The breakfast menu will include distinguished members. (We all don't give a fuck!)
Pleasant, shmara - an old husband from captivity is waiting
Waiting for victory from the idle, seeing the domineering body
At least a drop of patience, there will be enough for the time of darkness
Fucked their fun and their dirty kids
We are also happy about it
Rejoice, you blasphemy, happy holiday, fagot!