From year to year they shoot, hunt, trawl from the sea
For fun, for fun, they scream like wolves and thieves
Sunset, the sun is tired of sitting in the sunsets
There are three of them, two with zero, freely, honestly
The breathless wolf is waiting for the verdict
In my opinion, it is not worth it, the skin of the skin is bright
Yes, and there are enough holes in the throat from the blood
On horses, we will leave, we will please the ravens
Soon we will catch up with the flock and shoot everyone
They left, when the steps were not heard
He opened his eyelids, a little around the soul
He inhaled the smell of gunpowder from her
The wind blew, recalling the threats of the hunter
I have to live, I need to warn
My brothers, they can be killed, there is no time to be bored
I will crawl as long as I have enough strength and will
I believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the loss
I believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the loss
I believe, I will have time, but there is too much blood in the loss
There is no sound here for weeks, and now the shots
Lai ulyulyukanye, fuka me, grass in all directions
The forester, close the barn, foxes, wolves, birds, quails, ravens
Here they are, the game is collected, behind them the cliche is ***
They went to paint their walls with skins
Like buried, the forester slaps with his eyes
Under the threshold, a wolf with bloody stains
His head hung down, tired
The man picked it up, it seemed that the breath got up
But he will survive, he was fed with herbs
Plus, a drunk bazaar, a hangover and a scapegoat
Sewn wounds, healed scars
Ointment, infusions, flasks, scales, grams
Food to the grave, he will be grateful
But karma calls to the forest, the devil is a scapegoat
It's not for nothing that my second life is given to me
I will give the day to the savior, as I should
I must, I deserve my service
You are not the son of kindness, not all people are vile
I am drawn to the roots, no matter how much you feed me
Baby, there is no peace at war, we are free
We sing the sick and pray in the downpour
Full moons, all nights, for us every time
In the morning, in the afternoon, we catch the rays with our ears
With our tongues, with our eyelids, we crown the streams
And with our feet we trample the calf trails
There is no freedom in the soul, we were breathed by the warriors
Understand, it's time for me to move
To create, to hear the voice of trouble
And remember, Savior, from now on we are blood