Текст песни PHARAON - Династия трупов

[Verse 1: PHARAON]
I went to the alley on the knife dripping blood (drip-drip)
Hate your mind, I'm probably a misanthrope
Every day I lose the human skin
These miserable I feel I Dushenko per kilometer
And if I had not taken out, it is you outside Moscow
I will not touch it with your finger, let him insert itself
Again liquidate what makes you alive
And you can be my after a dozen stab
Death to stretch your hands, if you do not expect it
I can roll them neck and can get his knife
You are the little people, but in the big house window
Really listen to fables still not bespontovo? (What?)

Here Dynasty Corpses, there Dynasty Corpses
Hate us for it, damn, at least silly
Here Dynasty Corpses, there Dynasty Corpses
I look up from the earth, and may God forgive me Newton

(X2)
I will show a finger and they'll do it
Their hand will not tremble, not no secrets
If vyaknut interfere couple Matkov tape
You do not like something? referendum