Лжедмитрий IV - Ветер перемен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The blond ear will grow limp and fall silent

Under a blanket of locusts

The soil is languishing with people, shouldering the weight of their guilt

At night, we will flood your feast, there we are – natural selection

I am ready to destroy minarets, churches, pagodas

To hide their souls in my mouth from this vile burden

Anyone who serves their covenants here is not righteous

We will not notice the puddles of your tears, grinding everyone into dust

Varo left dessert – there are a thousand and seven people here

We will impale the old ones on the sickle, they have nothing now

Drag them to me

Take a look

Who is ready to compete? This is a race of gods

A louse will end up under a boot

My tongue is a large-caliber Colt

You haven't seen anything like this, death is the end, that's a fact

Our enemy is so weak

Stop

Drop your sickles and guns, enough of this girlish bickering

My weapon is beyond their grasp

I exhale the wind, it will replace kitsch and arrogance with a thirst for suicide

They cackle in their booths, but the bird box is powerless here

This is not Armageddon; calling it that is bad manners, a visit to a dirty den

We are a legion of spirits, but united, we will become more dangerous in one thing

His eyes are red neon, and the killer wind is guided by a powerful hand

He will inventively mow down everyone, even if he can swallow you whole

The wind of change, they are like children before it, where is their anger now in this disaster? Our weapon will sing them a lullaby, its name is LD