Текст песни Искусство Души Безобразной - За это боролись

Lumpen-proletarian
On one edge
Luminescence lordly palaces
Death of Abelard, a great Pierre
Kill a measure
You are your own god
Not him, crying icons,
Whether he was puzzled by the question
Feelings ??? postulates vain
Enclave coalition blessed armies
Bergama
The doors of the temple opened
Forget about prayer, forget about prayer
Relics of days, my apperception
Punctuation monografnyh Conventions
Active conferences, podium laughter
Piety faith no one holds of sin
??? compromise Ulyanov
Life, beauty, spoiled angel
Overheating of agro ??? restructuring
Conclusion - all in one dump
And I myself did not understand the blessed Mary
Do not save Avicenna electorate annexation
Soul in the euphoria, punitive glory
Kill those little death
Rudimentny people, the end of civilization
No hope for reincarnation
Not in the least sorry for it fought
Not in the least sorry for the fight.

Taken into his arms and lifted to the light
It is not understood by someone, primed
Arrange, fair luring children colored bird
And with a toothless smile bleeding bodies hammers beating cramped
Will be happy in 9 circular relay
8, hypocrites, they dressed the mantle of lead
9, Cain and the first traitor Iscariot
Around the frozen lake ???

Snatching atoms runaway cell
In attack, attack! Under the banner of civil
Defective speech gathering in sputum
Punch it all, break it all!
Ruminants cancer, bronchial dust
In kontrvozmezdie without development
Businessman crushed oxide and chips
Businessman crushed oxide and chips.