Текст песни Holdaar - Лесной Царь

I was shaking hands
Not worth much more to raise .
Triumphant Zhukov,
Wait rejoice .

Catch up on sleep in the cache and taken ,
Hearing singing kroons
Driven into the chamber
His last cartridge .

Singing " Horst Wessel "
Go out on the trail.
Communist hung
At a high oak.

Let him our open spaces
Gives peace and love .
Let the mysterious raven
Drinking and drinking his blood .

How easy and pleasant ,
Pass through the forest,
Decaying on the spot
SS camouflage ,

Thinking about death
And for his life
In a whirlwind of yellow lumens
And green shadows.

Me into the mists of Arkona
Soon destined to sail .
Ashes District Committee -
As a souvenir stamp .

Colors angry cry ,
Color black ore -
Charm - ashes
On the green chest.

Emerald nelaskov
This sunny May .
I look out from under the helmet
In my region captured .

I see a red band ,
I see red epaulettes .
Eat , Soviet scum
My last cartridge .

Not dymi cigarette -
It is better to light a candle .
Here on the white birch ,
How lumps - brains.

No cartridges - period.
Head is not demolished.
So take my soil ,
My blood like dew.

I will always be with you ,
And in the heat and cold,
To crown - grass
Hollow skull sprouted .