Золотая тропа

With lamentations to the sky or to the authorities stated
Me my bride carried out underground in parts ...
I - the owner , leader, head of the family , protector,
Paying a puppy : one does not drag .

A few bags of mush dreams and desires
My swan whitish folded in cellophane ,
Fatherland is responsible until the enemy is celebrating :
Candles, a couple of days without humor and half-mast .

Tomorrow drawer disperse even louder ,
Shrines fiefdoms remain at half-mast .
In Urbana, the touch of the deadlocks and fear loop
A mother feeds us the power of the damp earth .

In my grandfather's jacket a dozen holes ,
Who do you want killed scare ebyrok ?
Fight against human tank - truly unequal
I need at least three , I am full of truth.

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!

55 D-man :
Gunpowder burns gyrus plastids in subways ,
Children, women, weeping , soot on the walls .
Radiating love, they want peace,
And they were ignorant , who's infidels , eh?

Warrior he who hides his face in the darkness ?
Declare , with whom, when talking about the war !
With those cases did not know did not smell of oil ?
Do you want to fear? We do not care about death!

Without Guilt tolerate counting the losses ,
One let them know - they are all beast !
Faith and truth all the doors unlocked .
George and snakes. Believe , all the time !

Through the pain , in spite of predictions
Meet the day early in the morning with joy
In urban areas for empty forests.
The people are mighty , call us "Slavs" .

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!

Secular tree will crack under the weight of time ,
So are we on Earth and its otzhivem disappear .
At the farthest churchyard we saw early in the morning ,
How smiling soul , leaving in coffins media.

With our silence , we go without a rallying cry ,
Look through the fog names with burial tablets .
I'm not afraid . Friend, husband , not kisni !
There - our children , so - win up life!

Remember the tears go again and again,
Each soldier - on account , one will be avenged !
So rescues lives of others claws,
So bring glory to the walls of our fortresses !

So in the north, the smoke of war caustic
Cost fairyland on the bones of their ancestors.
In the rays beaming from morning dew wet,
After passing through the wind centuries , she remembers everyone.

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!

Soul leave the golden path
Wedge of cranes overhead,
And we are forever deprived of rest,
Ghouls offspring we call on the fight!