Текст песни TALIBAN - Правда

''Truth''

You know that bitch’s life yet
The question hangs over us now
What kind of mother did your collapse come
The torch went out onto the street - pitchforks in hands
We will guard our homeland until the end
I remember the words of my father
'' Son be a man ''
From your propaganda throat com already
Try the fact that our Crimea argue more
Brother you lost faith
So he is still a blockhead
I'll give you a shoulder
If you fall in battle
They will fuck you
I have not died yet
The coffin is not poked out
From this smoke
The devil came to the head
And I don’t know now
Lost the essence of life - found?

Chorus 2p.
And as if I didn’t want to
Do not change anything
How not to take time
And the soul does not sell

Then if he said
What life are you not happy
Remember the numbers
Wait for guests in the evening brother
Here life is now
They will come, they will bury
And no one will know
Life is a plantation of mourning now
Spreading the truth
And if you burn in hell
You still steal the truth from Satan’s hands
Someone reminds me
These rules
If you don’t like that, I miss a lot
I will send everyone away from you
Why year
If much more
Here many make collapses
No, I'm far from happy
You act like cerebral palsy
Who is saddled and
In a chain already confused
Better be careful
Life danger
Then you’re afraid not to fall into the abyss
And we have how to live life

Chorus 2p.
And as if I didn’t want to
Do not change anything
How not to take time
And the soul does not sell

What where am I?
Where am I?
This is probably hell ?!
Here is each format
True, it's a hundred carat diamond
They don’t give a foam
And right in the nose
I decided to learn how to live me
You know friend yes you go in the ass
Look we climb
On the street in a crowd
I'm high on a beat
And shake the Bosko
And if not we tell the truth
Who !?
Go out and replenish the squad
War is a benefit to them
You haven't snuffed gunpowder yet
Where there
Ultras, Separatists
Do not drink water from the puddle
Do not pollute the soul
End is close already
We will not play the game
One two three four
I look forward to seeing you in hell

Chorus 2p.
And as if I didn’t want to
Do not change anything
How not to take time
And the soul does not sell