Текст песни Егор ЛЕТОВ - Слово-Товарищ

He said my father -
You find yourself in a word,
That is like a song,
It led him.
You look for it with faith,
With hope, with love,
And then it will be thy fate.

I was looking in the sky
And the smoke of the fires,
Ha green meadows,
And dead sol
Only, it seems to me,
Better word "comrade"
Hichego I have not found on this earth.

In this word - fate
Till the last breath.
In this word - hope
Earthly cities.
With these words the holy
raises infantry
Scarlet Sail victory twenties.

In tone up

Battalions stand,
Gray horses champ
And cried pipe
The Infantry chain.
And the frosty night
In the snow-covered horse-cloth
Suddenly he remembered the tramp in the distant steppe.

More on tone up

There's blue
Rove horses and children.
We settled in the
Holy edge.
There's purity of heaven,
There are girls like the wind.
They swing into the saddle and "Grenada" sing.

There's purity of heaven,
There are girls like the wind.
They swing into the saddle and "Grenada" sing.