Текст песни Другой ЭМЦЭ - Маршрут построен

O thou, the wisest of all the Angels, the glorious genius,
O God dethroned, devoid of chants
 My longing mercy, Satan
Lord expelled unjustly convicted,
To rise to power by a new, defeated
 My longing mercy, Satan
Thou, O king omniscient, underground countries, Master,
Healer of the sick souls of great sorrow
 My longing mercy, Satan

If I was not lazy it would become one of the Black Star
If I was not captivated by the succubus he threw his life to crosses
I know for sure that I will never get up on stage
After all, I do not remember the last time I wrote the text of sober
In me there is not a drop of talent, but the sea of ​​alcohol
What stimulates the writing of any of delirium
Though I am not beautiful but why did your bitch I want scary
Probably because this rap like walking on your bones
I was locked in his cell demons that angels would not touch
What I was about to rape a light on wearing stockings nylon head
I know what true love the smell of it, you can grab a typhoid
And all the belief in God as a broken surf and I continued in the eyes of Satan rise
I use the rosary like anal beads for horny touchy
And all the while I hear a voice in my disgusting warm abyss of each jump
So my route was built a couple of steps to the left and there is light at the end of the tunnel
There's a flash of my boiler and Satan is waiting for me with his trademark cocktail