Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Победа

Feasted sunset, sunrise burned off ,
Blaze face drunken friend .
From his native land to the seventh heaven
Furiously and loudly sounded : & quot; Win ! & Quot;
Feasted sunset, sunrise dying ,
Pain recedes . Crimson drops
It falls from the cross, and the mouth of the dead
Proudly and stubbornly whispered & quot; win & quot; ...
Get up to his full height - so there is no longer legs.
Squeeze his hand into a fist - but there is nothing to compress .
Neto more words , no more than we do ,
Only one left in the world - victory ... Our victory ... Our victory ... Our victory ...