Текст песни луганск - стих про беркут вв мвд автор Александр Муфтахов

The glory of the golden eagle, the glory of centuries
not for those you then tore the throat
What the hell is in your head
killed soldiers you scum
and then screaming about sons
Thou that the police would beat
torn , burned while you boys
only for the money , and maybe for a beer
no, the truth in your words
not because after all grandfathers fought
to instill in each other you fear?
that would be brother against brother got up ?
Nope tears of mothers
They are all dried up like rivers
Berkut was behind the death of people
Without closing day and night for ever
In anticipation to see family
Daughter and son , and perhaps
He is a peaceful heaven in a system
At its chevrons Ukraine
And the maiden that with a pretty face
Poems about the golden eagle is so cute read
Only fake tear fell
Stoking the fire of scandal