Текст песни Изнасилование И Каннибализм - Батя

scoring the boot under the nails of metal spokes
quail flew on its judicial affairs
cute cloud swung from godless mezhdumety
shopkeepers in the market the old, they killed thunder tomorrow
the world is good in the glow of dawn, at sunset the world is not very
too quiet before the storm, too loud before death
For too long, the day after tomorrow, too little day yesterday
screens dazzled faces re insane
chorus:
mchyalsya boar on the road and knocked off her car
I woke up at the church from disease and violence
Day ends with a fence and on it with chalk drawings
returned from the dead, my Dad was killed with a pick
kuplet2:
sailors choked with cigarettes by shit shit
if tomorrow will be bad then the wine turned sour
I smear with a hangover leaves magnolia red
but now much banned in Mongolia smile
He climbed to the little church features humped last night
but there he fell in with the mushrooms and tea oils
bones washed you beat me, I memorized all
he said that his faithful guests