Singer: Civil Defense

Typhoid barracks of skulls.

Abundantly watered cemeteries and vegetable gardens.

Wordless in the world of swearing,
Sighted in the world of empty eye sockets.
Balancing on the brink,
Between the parallel of thick eyelashes.

Rusty bunker - your freedom
The door is boarded up with a cross.
I will fill the pit of the enemies of the people
I'll cover with a dry leaf.

Any right bullet loves its machine gun.

In the void, but not in resentment.

To live life is to stomp across the field.

In the morning on the radio hasty, but meaningful perdezh.

Among all the nothingness.

On every face, the expectation of the end.

Isn't it all the same than shit.

For the sake of a handful of recklessness, who will sell the motherland to the f ** k?

You all fucked up your Waterloo.

A noose of suspicion tightened around his neck.