Текст песни Улица Радио - Сага о берманцах

When the earth barely says goodbye to the night
The cheerful ringing of a pickaxe flies over her
And cut the sky and yielding soil
Iron Berman bayonets

Wild Bermanians have a simple custom:
Drink, work and sing.

When will the scorching heat come
And it seems like it's not easy to work
Squeeze misted glasses
Berman Steel Fists

Wild Bermans have no fancy fate:
Sing, work and drink.

When the moon is in the sky
From infancy to the grave of a howl of longing
Chew raw meat with stale bread
Iron Berman fangs

Wild Bermanians have a simple custom:
Drink, work and sing.

Only over the earth will the night rise again
The ghouls will howl from longing
Lead out their barbaric songs
Berman steel tongues

Wild Bermans have no fancy fate:
Sing, work and drink.

The wild Bermans have a simple order:
Song, work, binge!