Lyrics Золотой Граммофон - Французская
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майдан майдан кричу из рупора
я настадион больше не хожу там мусором всё убрано
береги себя ариец за таких как ты на готове подсучу рукова
модный петушок ваш футбольчик замучил не рахова
какая тебе разница в какой стране что происходит
посмотри на свой вонючий заводской город
сделайте мой регион развитым но у вас бомбит язва там
китайские трусики с рынков и ты доволен улыбка шире
палка селфи инстаграм за тебя так решили
ваши аутисты апездолы в контрактниках,в вас сидят души ватников,
вам в железобетонке не тесно кому тв оя жизнь интересна
выйдем мы раз на раз с красным стадом в звоночек я звеню
Кремль бы взорвать моему сыну, но будущую жену считаю я за русскую свинью
и дорогу не сменю пьяная правота кидает зиги я не среди этих сотен
боюсь остаться один, но со мной Один
Maidan Maidan shouting from the megaphone
I do not go nastadion anymore, everything is cleaned up
take care of yourself Aryan for people like you ready to roll my sleeves
fashionable cock your soccer ball tortured not rakhov
what difference does it make to you in which country what happens
look at your smelly factory town
make my region developed but you have an ulcer bombing there
Chinese panties from the markets and you're happy with a wider smile
stick selfie instagram so decided for you
your autistic apzdols in contract soldiers, the souls of quilted jackets sit in you,
you are not close in reinforced concrete who is interested in your life
we will go out once at a time with a red herd in the bell, I'm ringing
The Kremlin would have blown up my son, but I consider my future wife a Russian pig
and the road will not change drunk righteousness throws ridges I'm not among these hundreds
I'm afraid to be alone, but with me alone
I do not go nastadion anymore, everything is cleaned up
take care of yourself Aryan for people like you ready to roll my sleeves
fashionable cock your soccer ball tortured not rakhov
what difference does it make to you in which country what happens
look at your smelly factory town
make my region developed but you have an ulcer bombing there
Chinese panties from the markets and you're happy with a wider smile
stick selfie instagram so decided for you
your autistic apzdols in contract soldiers, the souls of quilted jackets sit in you,
you are not close in reinforced concrete who is interested in your life
we will go out once at a time with a red herd in the bell, I'm ringing
The Kremlin would have blown up my son, but I consider my future wife a Russian pig
and the road will not change drunk righteousness throws ridges I'm not among these hundreds
I'm afraid to be alone, but with me alone