Текст песни Сабля - баер

Bayer my friend, he plays a commodity,
very quietly, he would come for broth.
a friend of mine operator, so you fucked up,
he will sell the skin of a raccoon, it is up to fellow vomiting.
my friend, a co-owner of human mills
he spit on the catastrophes he ransomed them.
Thunder did not break out, if it is not shared.
he will furnish all their accomplices and poddelnits.
my friend, champion of pleasant conversation,
he knows the purpose of long corridors.
My friend will come around the house
you [. . .] ass, if you are familiar with it,
and if you do not know this is your problem.
my friend, you decide you do for him is not a theorem.