Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров и Алексей Некрасов - Черный снег анархии

Throw everything on x..y buddy, go to the forest!
They are no longer saved, five minutes from the gate
You yourself got heels on Calvary climbed,
And there everything is clogged for a hundred years ahead

And I still believe in anarchy black snow,
What can be put in cancer this whole world
I firmly confident that I am a person
Target, in the country from which the shooting range

There are a couple of questions, under the heels, the answer
Torn flag, solitary picket under the breath
My color will be black, irreconcilability color,
In the sail of freedom catch the wind, while the wind is not a verse!

So live-offend, don't want to be a fool
Yes something in his chest, not according to and teeth squeezed
Cut the sky and the sun took from the clouds,
The knife flashed in the hands, and Tir shrewd.

EM, C, H7 G, H7, D, EM