What are you listening to now - part 3

[Balu]

A joke child song. Anthem of RVSN



Slowly rocket float away into the distance,
Meeting with them you will not wait.
And although a little sorry for America,
In Europe, this front.

A nuclear bomb hanging swings
From him no good wait
Even if you bury it in the ground
From the shock wave is not Whitey!

Table cloth, table cloth chlorine-cyano spreads
And rammed by a gas mask.
Each, each in a better believe
Falling, falling nuclear bomb.

Shone sun above the earth suddenly
And over the head of the smoke is.
Just walked next to you friend -
And now it is fried.

Hydrogen sun scorched grass,
Kangaroo mutate in dogs
The newly acquired rights of Aboriginal people:
Canberra winds over the red flag.

Table cloth, table cloth is spread difosgen
And hammered in the ear, nose, and eyes.
Each, each in a better believe
But not everyone there is a gas mask.

Perhaps we have hurt someone for nothing
Dropped fifteen megatons.
And now the light is on and now the earth melts
Where there was once the Pentagon.

U.S. tanks perfectly melted
And why should they let the plant?
What a pity that this explosion ends
Better if he reached a year

Table cloth, table cloth is spread chloropicrin
And score on the mask.
Everyone, everyone in the best believe
Maybe one of us will survive.

But this song does not end
We will build a new landfill
All that remains after this
We plunge in the blue car.




(Sorry. This is a computer translation. But in General everything is clear if anybody is not "funny-gunny" and remembered Vietnam)


Senator John McCain MUST be grateful to Russians that 3 times a day he only sucked off the Vietnamese Dicks. WE asked and the Vietnamese could not refuse.
Americans! THAT time you DID NOT fight against us. I would remind you - Those WHO ever tried, DO NOT WANT to do it furthermore on their genetic level.
And now, all together...

I am running on a scorched earth
Fixing pressurized helmet on the go.
My Phantom white with an arrow,
Ha flat out wing
With a roar, gaining altitude.
My Phantom white with an arrow,
Ha flat out wing
With the roar of climbs

I saw a blue distance,
Haryshat takyyu just sorry.
Too bad you can not see it,
Pyt our tryden and far,
My Phantom rushes to the East.

I'm doing a left turn,
I am now an executioner, not the pilot.
Hagibayus on sight,
And the rockets rush to the goal,
There is still one zaxod.

Vizhy belyyu cherty in the sky,
My Phantom loses vysoty.
Katapylta - that's salvation,
And stropax tension.
Heart of a heel into a tailspin I idy.

ONLY landed at the same moment,
From kystov A wild scream.
Yellow-skinned Vietnamese
Chirping in kystax like rabbits,
I ypal on the ground and zatix.

Re idy on the cursed earth,
Mask not on his head.
Czadi dylom machines
In spiny tychyt me soldiers
My life is hanging by a thread.

Who is the one pilot that I shot down,
I asked one Vietnamese.
He answered me that slanting,
As commander of the interrogation:
Cbil you our flyer Ci Qing Li

It's nothing you're lying Vietnamese
In the headset clearly heard me:
"Kohl PUSH, and I'll set!
Ivan hit, and I'll cover! "
Russian ace Ivan knocked me!

Somewhere in the distance Texas native
Waiting for me at home mother and father
My phantom exploded quickly
in the sky blue and clear
I now have more to be seen.

My phantom exploded quickly
in the sky blue and clear
I now have more to be seen.