Текст песни Бранимир - Раны поют

Crunch under a steel heel
Head menacing infidels.
Cradle with a funny tobbacco
Smokes resin Ataman.

By a dick blown Zhinkov and Kosh,
Mother-land of cheese over the shelter.
And sorrow in my heart like a knife ...
Quietly sing your wounds.

In the dim dawn of the barracks,
Salazhata sleepy system.
Grandfather of Bosko beats stool
To make it easier to combat.

Since instituted, that's the case,
Spirits and beat all nightmares.
Father with all their hits are not out of malice -
It is his wounds sing!

Pioneer gagged,
Scarlet streams to Pleven,
The young maiden in his forehead sweat,
It cools the body in the grass.

An old man sitting by the fire
Liver fry whispers bye,
And not far away singing cricket -
It is his wounds sing!

All horses and eclipsed Plevako,
He made a splash on the judges ...
Well among rosy virgins
Mlada Attorney sad?

Delyuga yours, rolled,
Well you're in, however bitter?
Like the barracks ZOC
Quietly sing your wounds ...

Crunch under a steel heel
Head ...
Cradle with a funny tobbacco
Smokes resin Ataman.