Текст песни Охота На Человека - Русский панк-рок

My wife kicked me out of work and left me
My native country stuck me in the hollow
I am ill with kleptomania and very lonely
So I take the guitar and play punk rock!

Girls and even men do not like me
Parents left only debts
Bro for a robbery winds a tough term
And I take the guitar and play punk rock!

Esthetes and romantics, they do not care about us
Mushrooms and port open the third eye
And they paint the holey ceiling yellow
and I take the guitar and play punk rock!

Philosophers and mystics look over cloth
Bankers and politicians mint orders
The universe will collapse in due time
and I take the guitar and play punk rock!

Get up the huge country, get up to the mortal battle
With fascist power in the dark, fight with yourself
Trunks for preparation and finger on the trigger
And we are on the drum, we play punk rock!

Our life is a burp of the distant past
But you want to do something good
But what would this be completely unaware
Here we take the guitars and play punk rock!

In the country of crooked mirrors freaks are all happy
Crooked faces there become beautiful
Lovers of the beautiful open wallet
And generously reward my beautiful punk rock!