Урфин зе

(Verse 1)

Urfin DZHU= ZE= on the throne, masks thrown into the dirt.

He poured a draft to build his redoubt.

White powder the power takes in the nostrils,

From the frame to the Cabinet - the entire route of his pre.

Wooden foreheads, instead of thoughts - only an order,

They press to the bottom, they suffocate your gas.

Green gang of marauders in the district,

They don't give a damn about the law, in their pockets - a million.

Oak faces, in the eyes of a mute emptiness,

This army of bitches clears places for houses.

The wood creaks when they twist the cash,

Punching the system through each of the lies.

(Chorus)

Urfin ZE, your convoy is only rot and debris!

Your army of oak will not wash away sin.

Hard rap on the beats, axes at the ready,

This business is mixed with sweat and blood!

We break the wooden regime at the knee,

Urfin ZE, go away, let's start a change!

(Verse 2)

They build houses from rotten boards,

Every boss from the OP aims at us in the sky.

They stuffed sawdust into empty heads,

They tied knots in the game of democracy.

Budgets are cracking while puppets are in power

They feast here on disaster in every community.

But the guys in the district don't buy this nonsense,

We have steel in our hands, we have our own secret.

Every oak soldier will go to the stake,

Your cheap theater is too cunning and evil, friend.

ZE counts the percentage, but the timer is running,

Your wooden theater will come to ruin.

(Verse 3)

The end is near, boy, the wick has already been set on fire,

Your entire puppet castle has been surrounded by fire.

Wooden dogs will turn to ashes,

Everyone who followed you was blind and stupid.

The sawdust is smoking, the theater is burning down,

This is the very end, as I promised.

The bosses have handed in their mandates, are packing their bags,

But on the highway they are squeezed into deafening pressure.

Your green jacket is burning down in the bonfire,

The entire empire of lies in the cold dawn.

The creak of wheels, the smoke is thick, the whisper of the streets has fallen silent,

Urfin ZE, this is your final verse.

(Outro)