Текст песни Сын Вождя - Отходная

Young in the clearing of the rubble pit
They talked the way, built up the fence
A colored rag hung empty house
After leaving the built-up Dahar Hurghada

Wipe your tears, they went to choose
Chatterbox plugged extra mouths
There in the distance, where the sunset is stuck
The rustle of the waves hammered the alarm

Wake up! Wake up!
My soul, my soul!
The uprising that sleep with
A little louder, a little quieter

The creak of saddle dry belts
SWAT hooves naotlёt
Vrazmashku volleys of new ideas
The troops assembled battalion

Without a number, without counting, the light one
Smack on the foreheads of his hand strapped individuals
Where the noise reached a height
Sing the dying old notes

18.03.2011 Düsseldorf