Текст песни TERROR LETOV - Серп х Молот

Do you feel the blade on the neck? how it cuts the trachea
How is the last day Pompeii, for the last, do you believe?
as if the beasts left the gaps in your career
closed doors, sunsets hysterical, ropes will capture while you are rich and lost
lymphs - grip, gri teeth, tie office or Colombian,
Under Limp Bizkit in the pores of the toothpick, at the time to be a cheeky
Satanists-Communist in the party are so close
In a pair to be with the minister, in the parter with the Minister
Among the gray panels and Khrushchev forgotten
Not feeding the species wanders an idol in the body of the needle
Desert Eagle breaks the skull, do not hear on prayers
White roses Called Litra
You eat the city, waiting for the speed of the mountain
but disputes are not weighty, we sometime in full
We must give the game, free from the goal loop
above my head bloody red sickle and hammer
Sickle and hammer I was so young
Sickle and hammer Death and hunger