Lyrics Панк Фракция Красных бригад - С нашими названьями

The numbers were printed brightly on the validator
A leaf or text is sharper than a knife
And my workplace is worse than a dump
It is worth something that cannot be called time

And these bastards with glasses are looking at you
With such a face, it was as if vomit was hidden
Who takes them to candlelight dinners
Those who pray to the breed

The sweater itches and the weight is strangled
The sucker finished with evil your chain breaking
With ambition and career, the cashier joked
But the needle is inserted into the hand bend

Continents moaning islets praying
The governess bows low
When old man yohohou cuts you
Old maps will be divided into quadrants

Electronic pass to you as a family
Like a shawl diamonds
This is your friend and our friends
Our friends are our cards
With our names!