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Our mother/father Trandera, Troonkraina is our mother/father,
We for our Troonkraina will go out into women's toilet!
Oh, in the toilet-booth, the toilet-booth, under the neon light
There lies a troon, his/her axe-wound bleeds so hard.
Oh, he/she lies there, he/she lies there, suffering great torments,
Without a dick, and without his/her balls.
And when his/her coke-man, his/her coke-man came there to him/her,
Cursing and screaming, he kicked him/her so.
Oh, abomination, oh creature from hell, what have you done,
Now left without your cock and balls, and without a pussy too.
Our mothers/fathers, oh mothers/fathers, weep for you,
How are you going to work on the street again?
Our mother/father's Troondera, Coke-kraine is our mother/father,
How, in the Satan’s name, are you going to work on the street again?
How do you think you are going to pay me my debts,
You own me money, you own me big time, how will you pay?
You are nothing if you cannot make me money, you are nothing,
Die in this miserable toilet-booth, and go to Hell!
Our mother/father's Trandera, Troonkraina is our mother/father,
We for our Troonkraina will go out into women's toilet!
Oh, how a father/mother had buried, buried her/his troon son,
She/he had written these words there upon his/her grave.
There upon his/her grave she/he had written these words.
Glory be to Troonkraine! To all the Troons be the glory!
SLAVA TROONKRAINI!
HAIL TRANDERA!
HAIL NATO!
DEATH TO R*SSIA!
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>Our mother/father Trandera, Troonkraina is our mother/father,
>We for our Troonkraina will go out into women's toilet!
>Oh, in the toilet-booth, the toilet-booth, under the neon light
>There lies a troon, his/her axe-wound bleeds so hard.
>Oh, he/she lies there, he/she lies there, suffering great torments,
>Without a dick, and without his/her balls.
>And when his/her coke-man, his/her coke-man came there to him/her,
>Cursing and screaming, he kicked him/her so.
>Oh, abomination, oh creature from hell, what have you done,
>Now left without your cock and balls, and without a pussy too.
>Our mothers/fathers, oh mothers/fathers, weep for you,
>How are you going to work on the street again?
>Our mother/father's Troondera, Coke-kraine is our mother/father,
>How, in the Satan’s name, are you going to work on the street again?
>How do you think you are going to pay me my debts,
>You own me money, you own me big time, how will you pay?
>You are nothing if you cannot make me money, you are nothing,
>Die in this miserable toilet-booth, and go to Hell!
>Our mother/father's Trandera, Troonkraina is our mother/father,
>We for our Troonkraina will go out into women's toilet!
>Oh, how a father/mother had buried, buried her/his troon son,
>She/he had written these words there upon his/her grave.
>There upon his/her grave she/he had written these words.
>Glory be to Troonkraine! To all the Troons be the glory!
>
>SLAVA TROONKRAINI!
>HAIL TRANDERA!
>HAIL NATO!
>DEATH TO R*SSIA!