Stolichnaya Smert Lyrics

STOLICHNAYA SMERT

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa
as this skirt came on to me
I was strung out from manual labour
She was a bitch with a bandolier
You could tell she had a thing for
Vodka and Destruction
I showed off my piece
and she grabbed me by the horn

Halfway through the bottle
she wanted to go for a ride
Flaska opp på Vold og faens Kaos
things are going nowhere fast

Столи - спирты сатаны
Преврати меня в урода

Stolichnaya Smert
Давайте поедем до смерти

Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb
Pedal to the floor - ready for more
Give me some throttle for this craving
A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing

Militia pigs are on to us
Want to give some beating
want to see some blood
Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim
and send some lead the coppers way

Столи - дьявольский бензин
адский молот, преврати меня в урода

Sinner’s haven Tiraspol
no place better to end it all
Snatch another bottle of Stoli
wreaking havoc into the morning

At noon I took her down by the river
pulled her under till she stopped to shiver
Another drifter into the stream
but this one will forever pester my dreams

Take another hit to start me up
med Frådende Hunger
Where I am going no one can follow
Before I disappear
out of mind, out of sight
Swallowed by the Transnistrian night

Stolichnaya Smert

Давайте поедем до смерти

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English

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa
as this skirt came on to me
I was strung out from manual labour
She was a bitch with a bandolier
You could tell she had a thing for
Vodka and Destruction
I showed off my piece
and she grabbed me by the horn

Halfway through the bottle
she wanted to go for a ride
Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos
things are going nowhere fast

Stoli - Satanic spirit
Turn me into a beast

Stolichnaya Smert
Come on, let's go to the death

Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb
Pedal to the floor - ready for more
Give me some throttle for this craving
A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing

Militia pigs are on to us
Want to give some beating
want to see some blood
Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim
and send some lead the coppers way

Stoli - fuel of the devil
hammer of hell, turn me into a beast

Sinner’s haven Tiraspol
no place better to end it all
Snatch another bottle of Stoli
wreaking havoc into the morning

At noon I took her down by the river
pulled her under till she stopped to shiver
Another drifter into the stream
but this one will forever pester my dreams

Take another hit to start me up
with Frothing Hunger
Where I am going no one can follow
Before I disappear
out of mind, out of sight
Swallowed by the Transnistrian night

Stolichnaya Smert

Come on, let's go to the death