Текст песни Линия Надреза - Марш по трупам

The flesh crunches under the legs ...
My steps seal the soil,
Land alive, she gives birth
And day and night, and day and night.
And I am going to the cheerful march,
I sing dashing songs
Shines the sun, laughs sky,
He is so interesting.

March right, march left,
March on corpses, march for money,
Marsh, march saliva, march - God children!
You can carp and not legs,
You can beat without a caste,
You can gravate with one words
For this you do not need to be a poet, march!

Flower gray, and I stepping,
All alive walk behind me
The earth does not grow to the leg,
The more clear step - the greater the name,
The more name - the more pity,
When you fall to the ground,
Foot leg - and will be fame!
Foot leg - and there will be tenderness!

March right, march left,
March on corpses, march for money,
Marsh, march saliva, march - God children!
You can carp and not legs,
You can beat without a caste,
You can gravate with one words
For this you do not need to be a poet, march!

Just run in poverty
Fit in poverty
Fit in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just run in poverty
Fit in poverty
Fit in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just run in poverty
Fit in poverty
Fit in poverty ...
Fuck!
Just run in poverty
Fit in poverty
Fit in poverty ...
Fuck !!!