Текст песни Сыновья России - кто правду любит

Who loves the truth - he will understand me
Who chose the lie - its not an easy way.
The people of the country as a holiday bazaar
Trades, sells, said hundreds of
In the blood of the country was, and evil days
And the voice of the mother, we do not hear
You Lord, Russia, remember
Find your salvation in God Vyshny
Native, who else spoil you?
Who beat, and drove you mercilessly?
Who are you to the light produced?
That's just we do not have communists.
They-they have long since you were
Of the Masonic lodges eating blood
And you, naive, believed their lies
For this you have pain and torture
The squares on your streets
It should be a shame of the twentieth century
And his ashes at the walls of the Kremlin subsided
As in anticipation of new storms and hard times
He showed his hand forward
What's ahead - now known
In hell he meets ungodly rabble
And Satan praises him charming.
"Well done, bald genius"
Yes, the devil realized that this very country
Nothing can beat Nico force
Then he applied his cunning
At the time embodied in Vila
Vladimir Ilyich Legion
And those who understand that the wolf
And shout - it is in sheep's clothing
Crosses do not count, we still
Who loves the truth - he will understand me
Who chose the lie - its not an easy way.
The people of the country as a holiday bazaar
Trades, sells, said hundreds of
Ten, twenty, thirty and five hundred
And yet, and yet, and yet.