Lyrics Umbriaco - Веет трупным запахом от свастики

Chorus:
A handful of earth still pressed a little
There are many
It has long been buried the same
Breaking nails on stones
Tried to open secrets
Specially left

Potential threat, in every person a demon
No brakes
Pages of history, scary people
Behind themselves lead millions of lives
Puppies trained on the smell of blood
Where the dogs are, the victim moans in pain.
Then they change roles
One is a wild jackal, another mongrel, no more
The simplest - all the problems on * y
I will wear one shirt
Plump talking too much
Sell ​​pizzhennoe, in * to be pizzha
Without the basis of action, without morality
For the broken nose you will answer in the final
Be careful maybe
The system of your idols will touch you
For your children, through your veins
It is unlikely that they will love the Russian land
Call it what you will - the devil, God
History tolerates, then rest
On your son until cool
Opening the baby's eyes with a blade

I can not understand you
We are on different sides
At the edges of the land torn
Morality gulch where conversation is worth penniless
When one is not ready to believe another word
You don't seem dangerous to me
Your arguments about pure blood are ridiculous
And breeding a new race
I'm nigga dirty for you
Because I do not disdain black skin, fine
We are not brothers anymore
You cross stitched and along them - German crosses
I'm sorry, Russian culture is closer to me
I'm not afraid to grow up, changing tastes
I respect someone else's opinion
Fraternal bonds prefer hate
You seem offended by the whole world.
But there is no power to tell people about it.
That is why no one hears you

You are wrong
You say that you put things in order
And he * unya toil, all in military boots
All shortcuts
Yelling & quot; All other races below & quot;
It's all pussy
With your buddies at least try to talk
Maybe they are not committed to the idea, but simply should ***
Which only to unconsciousness get drunk
Football to watch, and then go fight
Give you a reason and you're already like a bare wire
Feel it for you
I feel cold
All this is something decomposed - war, hunger
Thousands of deaths on armored vehicles, sickle and hammer
Maybe you have other associations?
Throw these ravings out of your head
I personally think
Blows a corpse-like smell from the swastika
They are obsessed with her, your peers
They want to dedicate this life
Yes, there are ...
And yet, live as you know
Everything became clear to me
You prefer not to think

Chorus (2 times):
A handful of earth still pressed a little
There are many
It has long been buried the same
Breaking nails on stones
Tried to open secrets
Specially left