Текст песни Крама - Сцяг тваiх iдэй

I put a chair wet cloak
My old faithful friend.
The eyes did not look,
wearily sat down
I asked for tea.

Parazbivshy again fingers in the blood
You have no faith.
Taking off from the neck cross,
In desperation, silent,
Dream your paper.

The flag of your ideas, your hopes flag
Torn to pieces, worn in the dirt
Violence your ideas, your hopes die
For you stronger poison.

He made a quick step to the side
Those who go with you together.
Now at night
Treason in the eyes,
Faith your insult.

The flag of your ideas, your hopes flag
Torn to pieces, worn in the dirt
Violence your ideas, your hopes die
For you stronger poison.