Текст песни Зазеркалье - Свастика над миром

For beauty that is dying in remote prisons
People in the hands of a worthy son took his knife, took his knife,
To avenge the offended,
To avenge offended
He kills the golden youth.
To avenge outraged
To avenge outraged
He kills the golden youth.

On well-fed flock, hour of reckoning has come!
Because of the close nor the people awakened out,
To piss on your pedestal,
To destroy your pedestal
The star of freedom from behind the mountains already rising.
To piss on your pedestal,
To destroy your pedestal
The star of freedom from behind the mountains already rising.

Bacchae with lyres victory will sing,
Noting the great warriors of her feast.
Swords nakuyut their gods,
Swords nakuyut their gods,
Zazhgёtsya again swastika over the world.
Swords nakuyut their gods,
Swords nakuyut their gods,
Zazhgёtsya again swastika over the world!