Hey, I drive on, a guy with a breeze,
To sang the blood and dust column.
Let us whistle after the old devil,
Witch hide in a thicket of white light.
As native roads
Dark and miserable,
To hell with the jaws,
That gulf
And then resurrected
And at the same place
Cross raise gold!
Right - the waves of laughter, the mat
Someone has a gun at random,
Left - peace and God's grace.
Not, mind you, I do not understand!
Here and there, the saints,
Strange, bare,
And in the eyes -
Heaven.
But drink and a bite to eat,
All to the thread later,
Norov show steep.
We live Mother Russia!
With us - power of the Cross,
None of the troubles,
What will pass us by!
There were hordes of and khans,
Menacing chieftains,
But the last word
Always with you!
Hey, I drive on, a guy with a breeze,
To hell with thinking about bygone dashing,
Gryanem song, but the whole neighborhood,
God will not give pig will not eat!
As native roads
Dark and miserable
To hell with the jaws ...
Oh, do not follow suit!
And then resurrected
And at the same place
Cross exalt gold ...
We live Mother Russia!
With us power of the Cross,
Not in the first risk
We have your head!
There were hordes of and khans,
Menacing chieftains,
But the last word
Always with you!
Hey, drive on, the guy in the space,
We are not afraid, no fence,
Again, changing cakes on sticks,
And for centuries the people waiting for a miracle ...
Rush on the roads,
Dark and miserable,
To hell with the jaws,
That gulf
And then resurrected
And at the same place
Cross shall offer gold!
We live Mother Russia!
With us power of the Cross,
Not in the first risk
We have your head!
There were hordes of and khans,
Menacing chieftains,
But the last word
Always with you!
