Текст песни XI XXIV - Восстание

sinister laughter boil water
at the bottom of the Urals icebreaker
It raises the periscope at the bottom of the projector leads
chooses a captain under water

he on board the words "ku ..." and the hole
through this hole the team goes to the bottom
find the right grab hands
and dragged into the light as the potato

with the champ out of mud
with features of Attila's head
shoulders kososazhennye
in rhinestones epaulette

black forelock and mustache
stir in water like tentacles
lybitsya blissfully
licked wave skeleton

hoisted on deck
I stood at the helm and
dead in their sockets
lights light

his gold braid
blue pants
Russian shirt boots
black gun

This Scythian is this barbarian Hun do it ku
he passed on to the potatoes the cornerstone
at the bottom of the Urals among the sharks
glorious past ripe skeleton

etsilopu etsilopovo the law is harsh
all lie down for half an hour, he raises his hand
of clay grenades pulls the pin
in the horn of dead Pioneers blows reveille

"Get up branded curse sealed
convicted to remain silent and abandoned to rot
Rise to the reins of the diamond carts
it calls the great Service

to me the slaves I feel hungry
climb up to me in the mouth of the underground children Artek
your soul will serve our horror fuels
spirit of the times worse than a human ghost "

opened the earth seemed to arms
in iron callosities good workdays
terrified look impotent grandchildren
swarming on the bottom of the grandfathers
graves

grouse gather to school
from heaven wormwood rolls last pineapple
creature to give birth to the corroded bones
She opened her mouth and coming at us

in the heart of the country at the Great Wall
from under the tombstones broke shoots young mustache
out of the ground heard the cries
bloated as tubers Zalozhnev dead

"For the work of their fathers and their fathers
and other fathers and the creator of the "
"Ku ..." swam raises sails
settles and poplars takes to the skies

forests and mountains and rivers and the sea
crosses the shadow of the ship
spreading the stench of uranium
It carries a sunset Potato hail

on yellow gravitsapu for our KC
reaches the end of a glorious victory
pose drifts at the end of the Russian
spreading facial bones

mad dog shook himself deceased
dropping the last seventy years,
in his right hand golden-domed belfry
Left stuffed in her mouth black

glad stake and dill glad Bulba couple
birthplace of mines by little nuclear warhead
shine brightly over the world scarlet dawn
Do not Cry happy to Colorado ax