Текст песни Король и Шут - Месть Гарри

Life was good
free robber soul
and now, just unlikely
rolling around gangsters, as if sleeping.
Harry us
in food, git, poison planted
did not have time to escape
and bullets in his forehead can not be avoided!

Come on, knock out, brother, his last tooth
we are all dead, he too will be a corpse!

We all burn in hell
vultures sensed food
everyone who died
Harry's tooth creeping out
He was good in battle
and after raped a pig
bellow everyone as one
for this he revenged, idiot!