Anthem
I don't hide a cyanide
ampul in my palm
I raise high the banner,
I remember the harm!
Inhale my smell and send splits on
Leading with envious eyes!
You have exchanged fight for blow job
And your happiness [is] full of vice
I do not fall on my knees
I'm above the awards
I would sell my voice for the gun
Let me kill all the gods!
Lay a crucifixion thorn on law
And let Christ cry
Will you fight for the justice more
For the one that lets you die
What is the interest in modern world?
To become the victim of nation?
Or to kill each other for power and gold,
But to lose motherfucking salvation?
(перевод песни "Гимн перед началом парада" Автор: Ан Кадмин)
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