Lyrics Наши мечи - Ну ка сеппука

Hey, dear passer hear you share the harvest
Do not threaten me just warn
Act to defeat
Head fly from one movement
my sword
Bleeds urine
Style has become a hot
U`cha !
Hare Stop
With our style can not be compared
CANF , judo, byshido
Turn you into a sieve
Our people have takimzhe style
Any given a mile we will overcome all
With us Kapila Vasta May Masta
Tuscany does not shake my fraternity
Stupidly gold to the navel
until fall asleep on Che beguiled
get in bonce
get on the asshole
oh how I cleverly twist the nunchuck
do harakiri
Nuka B Bunch
where my geisha
where this s.ka !
hand pulls the sword out of Nozhin
uacha !!! be careful
I feel cheerful
by ke ke NEC
Take care of your throat
cut out the scalp at the nape
produce bowel
leave a hole in the body
smoke through the bottle poperosy
toddler smoke hashish
do not ask questions
hear you fat !!!
Cho 's Capilano ???
and Nigi su or to a two-by- ana
dome of the temple reflects the rays
our faith like ? light candles in the night
hear you kid you not know us
silent !!!
our swords they do not need to sharpen
as fear of rooks
zaprogromirovanny wet
rather than risks , wheelbarrows, asters
after Kapila wounds do not heal !!!!
This is our swords
They do not need tachit
Zapragromirovany machit
Who wakes sochit through kimono
Our swords as one all for one
Speed ​​words operizhaet wind
Our plans to put wounds
Rifle style battle
Sword razor
As prayer pripodobnogo Kapila
Slyshish water dripping from a faucet
It is clean as a white sheet
Do not disturb me when I am in Meditation
His sword provazhu aktsyi transplant