Текст песни Olivia - Охота на людей

Open season on humans,
License - cheaper than the hare!
Shooting homeless, passers-by and whores.
Trophies: skin, scalp and eggs.

Hunting season and the excitement of the blood,
There is nothing sweeter - to kill a fellow!
Always forward and not look back,
Forgetting that he himself had been so once.

Flowing hot spicy mulled wine,
And the black knight rises from candles,
Open season on humans!
The catch sight unwavering hand

And slowly ... pull and release,
And smile, rejoicing luck.
A blood neophyte baptize, *
Let him know that it can not be otherwise!

Hunting for people - a favorite sport,
Nothing stirs the blood longer.
Who of us lucky today?
Those who live a long time on the shot orders?

And then again sheathed gun
Decorate the wall of the new exhibit.
There is a right to kill. It is - yours.
So what else do you need for happiness? ..