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D.I.V. - Myortvaya Golova

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D.I.V.'2003

Myortvaya Golova (Dead Head)Release by: Misteriya Zvuka

(another title - Myortvaya Tishina (Dead Quiet))


D.I.V. - Myortvaya Golova (Dead Head)
The length can be different in the booklet, in the player and on the different disks.
1. Den' Patriotov

(02:13)

2. Davay Gulyay

(02:46)

3. Zloy Hachik

(04:35)

4. Nam Nuzhen Gol

(03:38)

5. Zabytyy Geroy

(07:06)

6. Ty - Slavyanin

(03:55)

7. Russkiy Lyotchik

(03:40)

8. Fucking Detsl

(04:06)

9. Vperyod, Huligany

(03:45)

10. Gorod

(04:58)

11. Krysy

(04:56)

12. P'yanyy Ment

(05:14)



 
Den' Patriotov
My vol'nye lyudi, soldaty udachi.
My vernye voiny belyh bogov.
S Zapada davyat,a s yuga pryot hachik.
Za chest' i za rodinu vstanem shitom.

Ty mozhesh' byt' nishim, vrachyom, diputatom.
Mozhesh' banditom il' dazhe mentom.
No byt' patriotom ty prosto obyazan,
Vstavay pod znamyona nashih kolonn.

Chorus:
Segodnya den' patriotov strany.
Pivo p'yut, veselyatsya skiny.
Na rynke trup, nabezhali menty -
Nad hachami glumyatsya skiny.

Kem by ty ni byl i gde by ty ne byl
Pamyat' o proshlom gordo hrani.
V bitve neravnoy ty golovu slozhesh'
I stanesh' geroem svyashennnoy voyny.

Chorus.
 
 
Davay Gulyay
Cherep brityy, kastet i bita.
Vypil piva Skin head! Skin head!
Izvestnyy zhest - vverh ruka,
Pobednyy klich: Zig heil! Zig heil!

Chorus:
Davay, gulyay i pivo pey.
I ne zabud' pozvat' druzey!
Davay, gulyay i pivo pey.
Poydem na rynok mochit' chertey!

Na futbole zloy surovyy
Ty britogolovyy Skin head! Skin head!
Tvoy vrag - niger i kosoglazyy
Chert s Kavkaza. Zig heil! Zig heil!

Chorus.

A nu-ka davay-ka uebyvay otsyuda!
Rossiya dlya russkih, Moskva dlya moskvichey!
A nu-ka davay-ka uebyvay otsyuda!
Rossiya dlya russkih, Moskva dlya moskvichey!

Pobednym marshem, edinym stroem
Marshiruyut Skin head! Skin head!
A ty gotov k bor'be za rassu!
Pogonim chernyh! Zig heil! Zig heil!

Chorus.
 
 
Zloy Hachik
Ya v zhizni ne videl naglee urodov.
Ih milliony s chuzhoy storony.
Oni ne stoyat u stankov na zavodah,
A tyanut Rossiyu v mrak nishety.

Oni navodnyayut svoi zakony,
Puskayut korni v nashey zemle.
Ey Hachik naglyy - ty nam protiven.
Ty nikto v chuzhoy strane.

Chorus:
Zloy Hachik-shahid!
Zloy churka-bandit!
Zloy Hachik-ty mraz'!
Zloy churka-ty gad!

Ty dolzhen pahat' kak rabochaya loshad'.
Ty dolzhen zapryach'sya v pahotnyy plug.
A ty, kak hozyain, gulyaesh' po rynku,
Ograbiv do nitki nishih staruh.

No ty, zloy hachik, ne vyshel rozhey.
Ne lez' gryaznym rylom v chuzhoy ogorod.
Ty prisosalsya kak klesh poganyy.
Ne dovodi russkiy narod.

Chorus.

Tupaya bashka na koroten'kih nozhkah.
Vmesto litsa omerzitel'nyy nos.
Ey posmotrite - nu prosto krasavets!
Ty, kak obez'yana, volosami obros.

My nenavidim tvoi povadki.
Ty ne v aule, ty zdes' chuzhoy.
Zabiray baul navorovannyh deneg
I bezoglyadki begi domoy.

Chorus.
 
 
Nam Nuzhen Gol
Dva litra piva, eh, chtob vashu mat'.
Lyubimyy svoy klub my idyom podderzhat'.
Nas ne ostanovyat zaslony mentov,
My ne prostim im razbityh golov.
Na vyezd nab'yotsya nas polnyy vagon,
A zavtra nas vstretit mestnyy OMON.
No nas ne ispugayut dubinki, shity -
Lyubimoy komande vsegda my verny.

Chorus:
- Kto zhizn' otdast?
- My, fanaty!
Za chest' i flag
Rodnoy komandy.
My umryom za futbol.
Segodnya nam nuzhen gol!

S lyubimoy komandoy, ne chuvstvuya boli,
V radosti vmeste, a mozhet i v gore.
Pobeda v finale, vzrevel stadion,
Flagi vzmetnulis', nash klub - chempion!

Chorus.
 
 
Zabytyy Geroy
Proshli goda, proydut veka,
Ne vse izvestny imena.
Teh, kto kogda-to na Rusi
Proslavil chest' rodnoy zemli
Lyubaya pyad' syroy zemli
Mogiloy stala na veka.
Geroev teh, kto zhizn' otdal,
No chest' rodnoy zemli
On v bitve otstoyal.

Chorus:
Vosstan' iz myortvyh,
Geroy bylin,
Vragom srazhennyy ispolin.
S toboy vsegda tvoy shit i mech,
Tak pomogi zhe nam
Svyatuyu Rus' sberech'!

Nazlo vragam i ty ne trus',
Nepokorima svyataya Rus'.
I vechnyy zov tvoey dushi-
My chtim geroev svyatoy Rusi.

V posledniy boy ushli oni,
Rossii-materi syny.
I ty uydyosh' v smertel'nyy boy,
I vsya Rossiya ne zabudet podvig tvoy.

Chorus.

Nazlo vragu i ty ne trus',
Bud' nepokorna svyataya Rus'.
I vechnyy zov tvoey dushi-
Ty stan' geroem svyatoy Rusi.
 
 
Ty - Slavyanin
Uslysh' moy golos, raskroy glaza.
Uzhe v ogne tvoya zemlya.
Rasprav' plechi i vstan' s kolen.
Velikiy podvig zhdyot tebya.

Moy golos svyshe, golos boga.
Ty slyshish' zapoved' moyu.
Goni vsyu nechist', goni urodov,
Zakonchiv missiyu svoyu.

Chorus:
Vstan', bol' preodolev,
I razbegutsya vse vragi.
Vstan' na zemle svoey,
Ty vyshe vseh, ty - slavyanin!

Ty slyshish' golos i vidish' boga.
Da budet s nami bog voyny.
Doloy terpenie, voz'mi oruzhie!
Pust' zahlebnyotsya vrag v krovi!

Chorus.
 
 
Russkiy Lyotchik
Skalistye gory, chuzhaya zemlya -
Logovo bandy dikih zverey.
Volchie tropy, gluhie lesa
Ne skroyut urodov ot nashih parney.

Chorus:
Idyot voyna, i russkiy lyotchik ne spit.
Davay bombi, i sdohnet vahhabit!
Est' prikaz, i russkiy lyotchik letit.
Allah Akbar, dohlyy vahhabit!

Ustali soldaty, ustala bronya.
No moshnyh snaryadov nam hvatit na vseh.
Vyzhech' napalmom ostatki der'ma,
szhech' vsyo dotla i delu konets.

Chorus.

Skalistye gory, chuzhaya zemlya.
V logove bandu nakryli uzhe.
Russkie lyotchiki vmig priletyat,
Vyzhgut napalmom ostatki chertey.

Chorus.
 
 
Fucking Detsl
Rep pridumali Nigery,
Gryaznye, potnye nigery.
Oni k nam privozyat narkotiki
I detyam ih prodayut.
Eti gryaznye nigery,
Vonyuchie, potnye pidory,
Vse SPIDom boleyut, svolochi,
Im zarazhayut lyudey.

Chorus:
A Detsl - niger! Niger!
A Detsl - niger! Fucking Detsl!

A Detsl vrubaetsya v nigerov,
V etih gryaznyh, vonyuchih nigerov,
Rep ih poganyy slushaet
I dazhe kosit pod nih.
On volosy sdelal dredami,
Gryaznymi, hilymi dredami,
Shtany nadevaet shirokie,
Kak-budto v nih nalozhil.

Chorus.

Ey, Detsl, voz'mi gutalinu,
Namazh' svoyu rozhu i spinu,
Zadnitsu tozhe namazh'
I mozhet byt' dazhe bolt.
Ty stanesh' pohozh na nigera,
Na gryaznogo, potnogo nigera,
Ezzhay v svoyu sranuyu Afriku
I obez'yan svoim repom gruzi.

Chorus.
 
 
Vperyod, Huligany
Im v drugoy konets strany
Ne strashno ehat' bez bileta,
Chtob podderzhat' lyubimyy klub
Zimoy, vesnoy i zharkim letom.

Im ne strashny menty i draki,
Im ne strashno golodat'.
No im by lish' chut'-chut' udachi,
Chtob za komandoy pospevat'.

Chorus:
Vperyod huligany!
Futbol'nye fanaty!
Vperyod huligany!
Za chest' rodnoy komandy!

Ih zhizn' lish' dorozhnye znaki,
Zdes' i tam udalos' pobyvat'.
I v pobedah i v neudachah
Oni komandu dolzhny podderzhat'.

V pyat' minut soberutsya v dorogu
Po sledam lyubimoy komandy.
I Rossiyu i dazhe Evropu
Pokorili nashi fanaty.
 
 
Gorod
Dym, asfal't, steklo, beton -
Industrial'nyy poligon.
Shkval'nyy natisk avtostrad,
Himzavod, truboprokat.
Ryov zavodov, gul siren,
Set' promyshlennyh sistem.
Gorod-ul'tra, gorod-makro,
Gorod atomnyy reaktor.

Vse zahvacheny mesta
Pod stroitel'nyy platsdarm.
B'yot v botinki pul's metro,
Gorod myortvyy vsyo ravno.
To li gorod, to li net -
Sinteticheskiy maket.
Gorod tvoy i gorod moy,
Vsyo v reaktsii vzryvnoy.

Chorus:
Avangard tsementnyh sten,
Zapah neftyanyh tsistern,
Fonarey ul'tramarin, gaz.
Pasti svalok i pomoek,
Znaki ulichnyh simvolik -
Eto vsyo, chto v gorode dlya nas!

Po tsvetnym othodnym luzham,
S volosami tsveta gryazi.
Den' kogda-nibud' nastanet -
Vse dozimetry zashkalit.
V etom mire nechego teryat'!

Den' kogda-nibud' nastanet -
Vse dozimetry zashkalit,
Prezhde,chem uspeet kto ponyat' -
Mir benzinovyh razvodov
Predpriyatiy i zavodov
Perestanet vmig sushestvovat'.
 
 
Krysy
Ya prosypayus' v holodnom potu,
V uzhase beshenyh snov.
Ya videl ostatki razodrannyh tel
i grudy gniyushih golov.
Ya slyshal istoshnye vopli lyudey
I vzglyad obezumevshih lits.
Za nimi neslas' po koleno v krovi
Staya prozhorlivyh krys.

No kogti slomav i klyki zatupiv,
Nemedlenno vzyav pod pritsel,
Voyskom krysinym ostatki zhivyh,
Byli zakovany v tsep'.
Serye krysy, zloradno smeyas',
Lyudey izbivali knutom,
Pytali i muchili zhertvy svoi,
S izdevkoy plevav na zakon.

Chorus:
Krysy! Serye krysy!

Ya videl vo sne, kak kloniruyut krys,
Obrashaya obychnyh lyudey,
I alaya krov' iz razodrannyh tel
Dlya nih stanovilas' vkusney.
Seraya sherst', vid uzhasnyh klykov
I mertvaya hvatka kogtey-
Oni vyhodili na boynyu lyudey,
Pohozhi na oborotney.

Chorus.

Ya pomnyu tot uzhas v beshenom sne,
Ot krys dostalos' i mne,
Kogda, ryadom s kuchey zamuchennyh tel,
Menya prikovali k stene.
Ya tut zhe prosnulsya v holodnom potu,
V uzhase beshenyh snov,
I mne ne zabyt' do smerti svoey
Grudy gniyushih golov.
Chorus.
 
 
P'yanyy Ment
Segodnya v metro ya videl p'yanogo menta.
Na ego remne boltalas' so stakanom kabura.
Iz kabury eshyo torchal malosol'nyy ogurets.
Ment byl kapitanom,ne kakoy-nibud' yunets.

P'yanyy ment v ruke derzhal zaryazhennyy nagan.
Strelyaya naugad, v kogo popal-v togo popal.
On oral na vseh, chto on i est' zakon.
A passazhiry v uzhase na vsyo smotreli iz okon.

Chorus:
Ment segodnya p'yanyy,
P'yanyy-p'yanyy ment.
Prosto posle zony
Otkinulsya sosed.

Ment segodnya p'yanyy,
p'yanyy-p'yanyy ment.
Segodnya lovit bandu,
Gde glavar' - ego sosed.

Podal'she ot greha vse popryatalis' menty.
Babushki-uborshitsy zakryli konury.
Navernoe menta skovala belaya goryachka.
On belyy byl sovsem i uzh ochen' byl goryachiy.

Chorus.

Mnogih ment poranil, odin zhe krov'yu istyok.
No sluchayno poyavilsya britogolovyy parenyok.
Udar botinka v cherep naproch' vyrubil menta.
Menty drugie nabezhali i skrutili patsana.

Menty, zloradno uhmylyayas', skinu ne dali opravdan'ya,
Skazav, chto p'yanyy ment - eto sekretnoe zadanie.
A ment uzh protrezvel i hodit v ponizhenii.
Skina zhe zasudili za menta pri ispolnenii.

Chorus.
 
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