Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Шабаш на Лысой горе

Sticking to spur lathered horses
From where we do not have places not glyanesh
Why the family - the gun barrel we kin
When the bald head of the Southern Cross shines

Forward , forward, under dusty boot
Davyasya mucus dies gray beetle
The victorious march we hoarse proorёm
Holding the hand of the civilian pants pocket

Wheezing pipe , but we do not get tired
Huzhdu we celebrated in the bushes to make it easier shlos
Will carry - destroy - all , our army will spread
And dolbanёt that nothing I do not grow together