Текст песни НОМ - Скотина

My mother, from Moscow to the capital,
Swell and grow,
Gold mare
She gave birth to me - ass.

I Magi: the bear out of the grove,
Pygmy owl and krot-
Trays wolf berries,
Bitch cheese, honey wasp.

I rolled Badger
On the green carpet.
I was born for beast
And cattle die.

The hour has come - we must marry,
I took away with them,
Seductive toad
Ginny - pig.

I mingled with the population,
Borrowed, ate barbecue,
The television smiling
By Poylu bitter accustomed.

I did not believe, did not fast,
I thought all by itself will take place,
Who was born for beast,
He will die for beast.