Текст песни Гимн Ватника - Ватнюша

Chocks are cut under the lamb's window,
The TV pulls a goofsman.
At the stove in the kitchen fag
He sleeps, leaning against the bottle.

Among the cans of bulls in tomato
In a puddle of spilled urine,
Mumbling in a dream on the machine
About the Jews, sneaking into the night.

From salads, a cleared glade
In hair curled in curlers.
The bright face of Sergey Kurginyan
In the domes pinned on the chest.

Sleeping crap is sleeping,
Putting sweet bread under your neck.
Do not slip hipster mascara,
To hand over the empty container to the State Department,

Orange tabloid will run away,
Frightened of putting in his hand,
Do not dance sly reptiloid
On the icons in the red corner.

The fag feels through the slumber
Foes evil ways:
Here they are walking through the swamp ...
Only he will not let the enemy pass!

The hero of the fairy tale
In a padded jacket, as if old,
On horseback - sparkling Kalina
Fumes will drive them away.

Hit him - impale him
If they were at least a hundred times right ...
Will not clear any creacle
From shit to a stable head.

Do not be sad over the share of fagots,
Their creator punished fate.
To know more, because of what blunders
He sent us here with you.