Текст песни ГТ - МТС

I greet the gentlemen and ladies
Count of dark knives at your service
let there be chaos, noise and din
spears prepare mail helmets
graph of dark cuts
assassin
Count of Temnorezov
in a glass of blood
Count of Temnorezov
from the basement moaning
Count of dark cutters
my side is dark
clever land of the serfs
and you are smerd in a wooden box
my poetry listen to ladies
she also likes secular people
almost everyone is ready to go under the aisle
saying that the fucking rooster roasted
I see many here on the side of the dark
what a scoundrel I would get you started
on a quick mare I ride around the county
and you snake smoking opium in the entrance
I will tell from the heart of the sir
my path is darker than all yours together
ah, whispering in loops
on the branches there is a grinding of children
I like soviet cream sauce
all love is enough with interest
a dashing horse will take me to a tavern
Everyone knows my hot jerk here
girls raise their skirts as a flag
I'll fill up a couple of women with bread meads
I do not offend them fat and sweaty
and I cut the fucking and only in the subfield
The child of the serf Danila
brings often maidens
then I'm having fun at the glory
I remove a skin I cut off fat
I drink exquisitely a spoonful of blood
It's impossible to pass my tongue here
Oi sigh me seeing the young ladies
and you are a fool and a food for maggots
know the petty bourgeois do not pull your claws
shaggy like a nostal bastard