Another STALKER bandit cheeki breeki song!
Lyrics:
Hey!
We got no plans, no masks, no laws,
just rusty guns and broken jaws!
The siren’s dead, the vodka’s cheap,
and we don’t care — we never sleep!
Welcome to the Zone, comrade, take a seat,
we’ll trade your boots for canned meat.
You want to live? You pay the toll,
or you’ll be glowing like a charcoal.
We camp in ruins, play guitar,
we dream of loot and steal your car.
The army hates us, stalkers run,
but we call that “having fun.”
Cheeki breeki, blyat my friend!
Another day, another dead!
We drink to life, we drink to pain,
then do it all again, again!
Cheeki breeki, that’s our creed,
shoot, reload, and then we feed!
No law, no gods, no second chance,
just vodka, loot, and dance!
We robbed a trader in the dark,
he screamed in Russian, hit like bark.
We sold his gun for mutant tails,
and laughed while crossing broken rails.
We play cards in Jupiter,
the loser guards the radiator.
The Geiger clicks, we all just grin,
“Who cares, we’re glowing from within!”
Cheeki breeki, blyat my friend!
Another day, another dead!
We drink to life, we drink to pain,
then do it all again, again!
Cheeki breeki, that’s our creed,
shoot, reload, and then we feed!
No law, no gods, no second chance,
just vodka, loot, and dance!
We chase the rumors, gold and lies,
a stash beneath the crimson skies.
We fight the dogs, we shoot, we run,
then argue who just stole my gun.
The nights are long, the vodka’s gone,
we sing off-key till the break of dawn.
A blowout hits, we start to pray—
but God don’t come this far away.
We fear no blowout, we fear no beast,
we’ll rob your corpse and call it feast!
We light our smokes with mutant bones,
the kings of trash, the lords of zones!
Cheeki breeki, blyat my friend!
Another day, another end!
We raise our cups to all the fools
who wander here without the rules!
Cheeki breeki, blyat hooray!
We’ll steal your heart and run away!
The Zone’s alive, the world decayed,
long live the Cheeki Breeki Brigade!
#stalker2 #stalker
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