Текст песни Red.Cat.Fish. - Отець Фонгер

Red.Cat.Fish. - Father Fonher
(Words - Sergei Altukhov)
So well in the mountain where the glow of lights
Someone shouted "oh yeah," shouted another - "die"
And everything Zahul
And in the course went dry wine
And in the hill no candles
And shines only strange thing
The blind monk Father Fonher
Nose uphill silver revolver
He walked one, it bore
He liked dry wine
The blind monk Father Fonher
Nose uphill silver revolver
He did the devil type
So there was this stereotype

History does not tolerate jokes
There is no war without enemies
A revolver cartridge and cards
That weapon warrior of all ages
The devil made him the type weapons
It all enemies in tatters
And good luck became angry
His blind monk nailed

The blind monk Father Fonher
Nose uphill silver revolver
He walked one, it bore
He liked dry wine
The blind monk Father Fonher
Nose uphill silver revolver
He did the devil type
So there was this stereotype

So well in the mountain where the fire extinguished
Where there are those who would have shouted, "Oh no"
Only one blind monk
With revolver in hand
He stood alone in that darkness
On the hill where the fire extinguished