Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Пред тобой не икона мама - 2000 г.

On a low hill there is a cross-loner
His woman gently pressed to his chest.
Before you is not an icon, mother, and an exclusion zone, Mom,
And on the tower all the same security officer with a carbine.

It was spring, verdant May,
When the seven prisoners PAYG convoy departed.
On the seventh kilometer was vented their dogs
And stripped to the waist to be shot taken.
They were put against the wall, they unfurled their backs,
He struck volley automata, and they fell.
And the corpses cold as unfit for rags,
Discharge machines, seven security officers were held.

On a low hill there is a cross-loner
His woman gently pressed to his chest.
Before you is not an icon, mother, and an exclusion zone, Mom,
And on the tower all the same security officer with a carbine.