Текст песни Владимир Кузнецов - Я убит в Белом Доме

I killed at the White House,
Remember me.
Armored personnel carriers and tanks
Not spared the fire.
Helicopters circling,
And burned the White House.
He began many grave
From hiding in it.

I killed at the White House,
Do not feel sorry for me.
Dead shame not to have
Its share of cursing.
Shame, shame, humiliation -
This is the fate of the living,
Those who welcome
In foreign princes.

A traitor - tamanets,
Shoot me,
And Judas-Ryazanets -
Until the last day,
By the end they will
In disgrace to live.
And with the blood of their hands
Do not wash!

I killed at the White House.
His cup to the dregs
I drank, but
I honor my saved.
I killed at the White House,
It can be seen, the fate of fall to me,
As fathers died
During the Soviet power!