Текст песни Кромь - 60 часов

Ruins and death on the faces of the square,
Discovered veins of mountain streets
Covered by fireproof fire
Shells, explosions, corpses, bullets
We will be there, 3 long day days,
Blind from fiery breaks,
Forgotten in the fields of someone else's war,
Advanced forces of a ridiculous breakthrough

Forgotten and cursed, in the past Vtoptans,
What remains to lose us?
We are no longer, we will stay memory
Mountain fierce ruin

Ruins, death, the fius of war,
On the streets under the explosions of mortars
Stayed here as if born
String short-headed reports
Our system has low, the clock remains to us
Under the hail of bullets and stuffing shells
Towards death, tasteful psam
Go to one remaining detachment

Left target for fun
For abuse, the dense people
On blood puddles and through noise noise
Imperfected to them got freedom
We will be there, all 60 hours,
3 days stayed in the slaughter's oven
We are the sounds of the victims of dead votes,
We - echoes whose pain