Текст песни ДИВ - Сукин Сын

The sinister story about a grandfather Lukic
Contraindicated fans of "Scoop".
Now he is resting behind a stone wall,
"You came from the people" and the people - for you.
When Lukic was small, with curly hair,
He also ran in boots on the icy hill.
He loved to ride in the sled, not used to working.
Here he grew a beard and climbed onto an armored car.

Son of a bitch!

He loved birds, and in "Razliv"
Wilderness paddle them at bay.
There he was hiding from the people
And in his tent he drove whores.
It was a health not the enemy,
He wore his cap and black jacket,
The black cloak over his shoulder.
I do not remember anything about it.

Son of a bitch!

Vsatavay, ye prisoners of starvation,
The whole world is hungry and slaves!

Lukic was very brave - a true fighter
He conceived the uprising and storm the palace.
I ate fly agaric, took his sword and revolver,
And with the song an accordion on a horse, like a hurricane.

Hurricane!

For children Lukic was not the enemy.
He pioneers built a hut.
In this hut all the dancing and singing.
Behind the barbed wire all live fun.
Of wood, stone, bronze, brick,
Of the shit we lepim Lukic.
No guzzle happiness in life and there is nothing,
All will scream: "Ebёna mother!"

Fuck !!!