Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - пусть красные отряды..

Blind gun peel ,
Backhand sword cuts
And crows bolshekryly
The Battle Over circling ,
A bullet knows exactly
Whom she does not love -
Whom she does not love ,
The ground is damp .

Trench 're my cold,
Lunches are you my hungry
I do not cry , my mother ,
What messages do not have a long time.
He will not be in vain ,
Our noble feat ,
And while gold
There will come anyway .

Do not give me mercy ,
I do not want a reward ,
And give me a rifle
And give me a horse .
And if I die ,
Let the Red detachments ,
Let the Red detachments
Repay me