Do not be discouraged , do not you dare ! If you beat back beat
If you kill kill , kill without prejudice
Any bitch that raises his hand on your freedom
Immediately in the face to the victorious chords
Proudly and firmly beysya for truth
By law you are right , the right to justice any poison
Live without changing mores and traditions
Together we will build a decent and simple , complete
And do not let the future , so that his brother
All by serezke and no kidding , I'm not good-natured and not a bastard
I just did not lost his mind in the folly of the day
Go confidently , I am faithful to the faith, wear a pectoral cross on the body
Flew crows are black , united , beaks chiselled
But I was not what they were , the key shoulder rolling
Beats force doomed hope
Will not be as before
Win ! Even if you are alone in the field
Win ! With you on the face of the cross and icon
Win ! True among screams false
Win ! Even if we die - we will be alive
Capital in shit up to their Kremlin stars
Late reason , we must do something Th
From lawlessness tired , words became sharper steel
Verbs hundred mouths , we become when it's uprising
We will win or we will not, will not tire of beating
I will pray unceasingly , smiles on their faces instead of pain
Wanted to fight - here's a battle where there will be one , two
It is better to die standing than live on your knees captive generation
As long as our field , we plow it , zaebashim to mush not all of our
Further more , harder punches
Simply to be a slave and live with lowered eblom
Clown ahead with a crowbar to go out of the way we are with you stupid hari
You move back to where we sailed , Doha dust in your eyes
Paracha in the minds of older, younger as well , but once
This messy soot fall on your head and your gold will be the tin
And you will understand for whom the bell tolls , for whom the bell tolls
Win ! Even if you are alone in the field
Win ! With you on the face of the cross and icon
Win ! True among screams false
Win ! Even if we die - we will be alive
One, two , merging into a flock grow
In the hearts of sheet steel Yuva will be like
We are no longer a people without illusions and Preludes
God will judge who rest and who live in turmoil
