Текст песни рома алфавит - Без нас

The enemy at the gate,
It's an empty ravine of your shower
and synthesizer crown ...
On each of your heads.
Lust of several thousand gallons,
And my surroundings are unlikely to gather a column.
We are warring with you for food,
You are brightly fighting for the world,
But the battle for the inner world has already lost