Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - Песня О Славе

Thank fathers - just poluostyvshie coals
Sons fanning winds wins
Or hot madness of his own blood
They poured in Tradition is not squeezed his mark.

First childish fear bloody steel
In fear of kilt in negeroyskom obmochenny battle
Flies on the body - you are with him in the morning chatting,
Night without end in the infected chumoyu edge.

Slava always two faces and two articles
You do not know how it will turn:
That Mass will spoil after the crucifixion,
That comes in without knocking, and with it - the war.
Give us strength, Lord, select the grain from the chaff!

Glory - a memory word, and soldiers threatening,
Just would not feel thirsty killings
attraction
Just to remember, something to die for friends,
Only to understand someone whose victory and defeat.

Slava always two faces and two articles
You do not know how it will turn:
That Mass will spoil after the crucifixion,
That comes in without knocking, and with it - the war.
Give us strength, Lord, select the grain from the chaff!