It was Aryan land, holy ancestors soil
And if enemies came, my forefathers drew swords
But the centuries passed
Gold ate swords worse than rust.
Sheath is empty, cartridge is blank Who is guilty, who sold Ukraine?
J..s are walking in the streets.
Who is guilty, who turned us in slaves?
It’s a ZOGLAND
Little yellow coins crushed the Aryan might
My homeland was joined to Zogland without fight
Sword’s is useless in case
Of the treason of race
We forgot 14 words - brainless puppets of ZOG
We betrayed ancient Gods - our faith in the gold
And I ask who are we?
Men with guts, or just sheep?
Let’s Get Re-started
Let's get retarded in here And the bass keeps running, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when
Little Bit Of Love
[Originally by Free] I believe If you give A little bit of love To those you live with A little bit of love Oh oh oh Has gotta come your way. Well in my mind It's easy To lose sight
Певец У Микрофона
Я весь в свету, доступен всем глазам, Я приступил к привычной процедуре - Я к микрофону встал, как к образам... Нет-нет, сегодня точно - к амбразуре. И микрофону я не
Call Me Darcula cause all i do is count chips ya money minnie I aint talkin bout the mouse trick These girls runnin like i jus threw da bouquet They know I'm Headed
Her Life’s A Song
She loves the music, tells the tales of her heart And she listens closely to the beats and the parts She likes the songs that make her cry And ones that pick her