Текст песни Крыс - БТР-батор

Mountains here shoulder
Hold the firmament
And the east is on fire again.
With a sunbeam
Immediately come to life
Gilded leopard on the armor.
They will ask us in the village: "Walk under whom?
Where are your commanders? "
BetaEr Baator,
AKeM-mergen
And the great khan Ergede!

BTR, Betaer Baator!
BTR, Betaer Baator!
He is from greedy eyes
Raking hands
It guards the peace of ancient mountains.

Give me the fog!
Tea, tremble!
Teach, patience, rain!
Iron knife
And a rifle, too,
Leader is riveted from iron.
Let’s eat for two days
Soldering fresh -
Two hundred grams of oats by weight.
May they be sons
China
We are the children of angry heaven!

BTR, Betaer Baator!
BTR, Betaer Baator!
He is from greedy eyes
Raking hands
It guards the peace of ancient mountains.

Since ancient childhood
Faithful Talisman -
Stone brush in your pocket.
The motor will roar
And our Father himself
A shot will wake the day.
Over the pass
A squad will flow
Carrying death to the valley.
Like an enemy
Installation "Grad"
The Altai firmament collapsed!

BTR, Betaer Baator!
BTR, Betaer Baator!
He is from greedy eyes
Raking hands
It guards the peace of ancient mountains.

/// Type song of the Altai partisans of the second quarter of the XXI century. Ungoy-unga !!!