Текст песни Морена - Кровяные времена

Ask the mourning maestro
About the beginning of the funeral
And having built his orchestra,
He will wake the requiem.
We will go to these sounds
In the land of thousands of blood
Leaving the sky behind
In the sky domes of churches.

What is the use of living in captivity
What a happiness to be free
If you writhe in pain
And you don’t know how to love.
We are warriors from birth,
And poisoned by war
Sleep from fight to fight
And do not wait for another fate.
Only with whom we brothers fight
Aren’t you with yourself?
And aren't we now
Take in the ground

Deaf brothers, throat knife
A flock of rabid dogs
Torn to shreds, to pieces
And my business is tobacco.
What have you become human
Where is your vaunted mind
You chopped in a cruel section,
It became a grave grass.

Gentlemen play the truth
Broke firewood and fate.
Yes, lighted a fire from where
New people appeared ...
To conquer strangers and neighbors
See the pain and not suffer
Doomed to die
Learning to kill.

Where is our former strength
Holy Russia, where is she?
Names have changed
Blood times.