Текст песни Миша Маваши - Образ

My eyes are covered with snowy steppes far
And here your footprints lead to the house instantly
Brutal winds take the soil from under the feet
And even with broken fingers, I will pull the trigger

And you throw a stone at my back and run after the flock
Morale or health, here it is your reward
Get it and sign it, now go from here!
An illiterate, half-dead, down-and-out bastard!

I'm a sportik, we're all punched to the bone
Do not read books, we do not watch news
We throw a ridge near a pear, horizontal bars, even cold!
What a heresy, I'm struggling with this is bothered!

Remember your ancestors, the sun is shining beyond the horizon
The gold in the soul withered, turned into bronze!
Light air oil, depth of heaven sparkles
Motives are not needed for a serial killer.

Brilliant fur inside the shiny skin
To row everything for yourself is the creed of the present!
The power of fists and finki remove interference
There is nothing more proud, such are the successes

Fists break, sharp blades bend
The eyes have long gone out, but still laugh
Easily bend the back of your life
A healthy image presents a different picture!