Текст песни Музыка Против - Песенка о крови

Here you have a simple song about blood -
In it, crazy fingers clenched into fists.
The gate-poplar ... Running stomping.
And the sun laughed on a torn chest.

What a pleasure to breathe in a gas mask
Stomp live meat under an official boot.
Blessed are only the poor - as the scripture says ...
Universal absorbing torture ...

Chorus:

Enjoy to the pain
To die of blood -
So as not to regret it later ...

The time has come for the festival of universal hegemony,
It was someone's morning someone busy again ...
Hand is my weapon - reliable, non-new.
And everyone needs it and everything in order to be always ready -

Chorus.