Rusty bunker is my freedom
Sweet gingerbread has dried up a long time
By boot of my people
The foreman slows down the shit
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily gone to the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
I killed the state in myself
Wordless in the world of abuse
Visible in the world of empty sockets
Balancing on the verge
Between the parallel of thick eyelashes
Forgotten around the corner
Mute with a garbage can
Closed in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
We killed the state
Rusty bunker is your freedom
The door is locked with a cross
A pit full of enemies of the people
I'll cover it with a dry foliage
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily forgotten in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
KILL THE STATE IN YOURSELF!
Kill it.