Пусть они умрут [Pustʹ oni umrut] [English translation]

(Sega)

Yo, this is Sega feat

His garden gnomes.

Chorus:

Kind Santa, read my letter,

Kind Santa, I've been a docile boy,

Kind Santa, I've been a good boy,

Read my letter, read my letter:

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die.

What we sow, we reap;

What we upload, we sow.

Content is spawning, bring me a gun,

This is a gremlin being thrown in a swimming pool.

The sleep of a replicant is sensitive and quite,

Electrosheeps are bleating for luck,

The fuck do you think they can pass the Voight-Kampff test,

When they can't even pass captcha?

Ideas are rare like unicorns,

They only live for a day, swipe faster.

Who's that chick? Youtube blogger?

Hm... I'd give her a couple of strikes.

Wish I could hit the trip around the world,

But the plane fell, the quilted jacket crumpled,

And a bloody cough is a bed omen,

Hey, stay safe!

Hey, did you see those prices?

This bacon isn't even kosher.

Mamas and the boys are against the system -

Central neural system mostly.

Hivemind

Is looking for a stashes in the morning with a flashlight.

Brain is full of metastases

Of inoperable cancer of truth.

To the bright tommorow

We'll be waved by innertia.

It'll give a myocardial infarction,

Do not take it to heart.

Motherland.

Father-chief.

They keep fucking us hard,

The pinnacle of an abusive incest.

Seems I'm tagging,

But I'm actually paniking.

The generation have a face of an angry teenager

With a portative speaker.

I'm tagging,

Cities and towns are burning.

My evil garden gnomes

Are singing their song.

Chorus.

My kids will never get bored.

They'll be burning and hanging.

You know, I don't mind.

Everybody hangs around their PC's and burns at work,

With no vacation and day-offs.

24/7 heals the fate's misstakes.

Do your job,

Get bold silently,

Just like everyone.

Love and remember your hood,

Take everything from the world.

We're children of a rusty empire, but we're swarming like ants.

We're children with no right for childhood,

Children who'll neve grow old.

Motherland will make each a sinner

And throw the first rock at everyone.

Get your scoop, build barricades in a sandbox,

Our yard is burned, darkness is shrouding us like a webs of Ungoliant.

With a wooden knife in the belt

And a birch branch for a rifle

We'll crunch under the soles of ankle boots, a toy soldiers.

I need no money or power,

Give me a swing,

Beat the Boogyman.

I urgently need colored markers

And blank walls in any room,

Where I could jump of happiness,

And draw myself in mother's hands.

This is all that's left of our family on a decayed gray ruins.

See our old ripped sneakers making planet turn.

We'll grow up inspite of all, hiding exosceletons in our lockers.

We'll solve oll our problems. We oftenly read those who read books.

The best sings are those about dicks.

The best selfies are of course dickpics.

Please, stand up!

Common sense

Please, stand up!

Freedom of speech

Please, stand up!

You have the right to remain silent

Please, stand up!

Common sense

Please, stand up!

Freedom of speech

Please, stand up!

You have the right to remain silent

Kind Santa, read my letter,

Kind Santa, I've been a docile boy,

Kind Santa, I've been a good boy,

Read my letter, read my letter:

(Noize)

When Lex was a kindergartner, he wanted to be an astronaut

In a camouflage suit,

With a shield, an assault rifle,

A baton,

And to beat those humanoids.

He hated cartoons

About Carebears.

Humanoids are foes, humanoids feels no pain,

A humanoid can look like a girl or a teenager,

But this is just

A fucking trick.

Lex grown up. Lex is bearded and speaks in bass.

Lex is big. Lex is strong.

Lex have an order,

In dog's language it means: "Get 'em!"

And a humanoid's language is foreing to Lex,

Which only means

You're fucked you little faggot!

His masters feeds him.

His masters shelters him.

He got pups growing up.

"Yeah, astronautics is my kind of job!"

Thinks Lex, taking his helmet off after a watch.

He's like Belka and Strelka - as loyal and brave.

He rolls like cheese in butter, gear of th system.

Alliens wants to make a second asteroid belt of our planet.

Halt! Come here. Where are you hurrying, humanoids?

Alliens are kaputt1, Alliens lie.

Alliens are stretching their tentackes towards our

Feeder, therefore - alliens must die!

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die,

Let 'em die, let 'em die.

1. done, dead, etc

• Artist:Anacondaz