Текст песни Зигуля Морковкин - красный террор

While the Russians cut
Each other axes drunk
I hang out in the plan
The headman of the rap kitchen
As Yankel in SHKID Republic
In public, as always in a coat
Sewed on glory
Even though my name is Sasha
You suckers go
Under table foot
And I already ebashil
all fashion-Zerg Rush
Still live
Here in Rase
Not traded homeland
And like - I am a patriot
Well, so year after year
Yes, the game is getting old
Already on the weather pressure jumps
As Jews in the Maidan
And aching lower back, so it
In these meditations
Wrote again Sherry
To once again be explained
"Alexander, I'm like a bird in a cage
And barely beating heart "
I read a hand reaches for the pepper
I begin podrachivat
"You are bulling me
Ignore, I cry
I know you're a sadist,
As Victor
And I can not help it
Fall in love with ourselves, we communicate normally
Why can not all be as before?
Oh, I have the same naive fool
I believe the guys, and they use the board
You were not so, I have not seen falsehood
But again burned
You are cruel as a boy,
That pulled the braids in the 5th grade "
This is boring, again ache
But I keep reading it vyser
I will not answer, let rages
The actress, she always exists a PMS
By Sheri mozgoёbstvu at CCM
"I came to Kalik, you did not open the door
Sasha Bakulin, you cruel as the beast
And then I hacked correspondence
And the eyes could not believe
You're a pervert
How do you explain this gay porn?
Gonzo with Japanese women
Yes, I do not have fatty loaves
But how dare you
I am to blame, delete
Away from the conversation? "

(3x)
At Sheridan - monthly
The Red terror
Again in my ICQ
suggests furore
At Sheridan - monthly
The Red terror
Again in my ICQ
suggests furore