Текст песни CG Bros. - БСК

White-blue- red flag
Proudly blows all the luck
Crawl back to the hut , the enemy ,
Here, you 're out of luck
Stand with me face to face,
Incorruptible and daring .
Know it's time fighter
Jaws for land young.

Three stripes - three ways
Choose where to go.
Throughout the proportion of good,
Where the Russian soul .
Just know , the road to hell
Everyone who is not happy homeland ,
Who succeeds it for a penny ,
His mother summed under the knife.

Not Storchai drugs,
I do not washed down with anguish ,
To face with you,
Squeezing force you into a vise.
So it was pleasant to me ,
How do you writhing in agony ,
What is sown in the earth
From nasty his hands.

Vzberedila soul blood,
The boiled from his wounds.
Let awaken love
Yes, the fog clears .
White-blue- red flag
Wind soared overhead,
Wherever there was a cunning enemy ,
Know not cope with me !