Текст песни Неизвестный исп. - Проклятая чечня.

Your picks stained in blood,
On your cheek a tear flows.
Do not sing us more nightingales
About you much more than ever.

Well, that's all, in an empty trench you sit,
On the machine with an empty cartridge chamber look,
And death will come and will call you with me,
And you go, and you go to the last battle.

Chorus:
Chechnya, Chechnya, why you took those guys?
Chechnya, Chechnya, - took the mothers of children ...
They will not leave, do not leave never
Out of the plane in the clouds.

Well, that's all, at the bottom of the trench you're lying,
With the last bit of strength to the radio screaming,
And all the fire you cause to yourself,
And only God, but only God will judge!

Chorus - 2 times.