Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Метеоультиматум

Meteltimatum

On the eve of a big conversation
Warn you not go crazy
With an ultimative part of the tricolor
Going to West Russian winter.
White rag of snowfall,
Knocking down the legs with a storm
She inspires the West: "Do not!
At least think your head!
Food to the fog of Albion
And about revenge stop dreaming.
Consider your cool millions,
What is much better than the coffins. "
Siberian frosts are coming.
Like the Germans, the euro with the dollar is running.
What kind of winter? Her snow melts.
But after it ... Russians go.

Leonid Kornilov