Текст песни Villainz United - Танцы На Костях

Where have you been, while others shed their blood
With timeline, out on the street again
While you be amazed with the new rumors,
Old men in grief buried their grandchildren

Sitting at home in the warmth and waited patiently,
While others suffer for your freedom
Crept filth, their mouths poraskryvali
And you do not Charite, at what cost to get here

You forget who your sins crucified
Forgot those whose parents do not sleep at night
Forgot street soldiers and those guys,
What were cut from the valve through hell

While there are those around you,
I'll know who would not want to be
Your freedom is built on the bones
You are not home here and we are not friends

I fuck your whole hardcore
I fuck your whole punk rock
You just wolves in sheep costume
Champions of the run, and the kings of donkeys