Текст песни Гуша Катушкин - Кровавый спорт

Bloodsport

Quarrels, verbal insults scrap -
simultaneous life at the same table,
you and I - our awkward alliance.
Who is to blame, what to do
red, black, white,
whose turn? Infinite patience
We decompose and all wait until

suddenly becomes the third former senior grade,
show the world its underside.
Your love - blood sport.

Against scrap against a tank - full face!
Receptions prohibited use us
with you more and more
hardly peaceful,
tenths, hundredths, whole
zero, zero ... infinite loss account
are conducting their own and, according to recent data,

not all of my ships back to port,
you hardly much easier.
My love - Bloodsport -
tempers and disabled.