Текст песни Бранимир - Раны поют

Crunch under a steel heel
Head terrible infidels.
Cradle with a funny tobbacco
Smokes resin chieftain.

By a dick blown Zhinkov and Kosh,
Mother-land of cheese around the shelter.
And grief in my heart like a knife ...
Quiet your wounds sing.

In the dim dawn of the barracks,
Salazhata sleepy system.
Grandfather of Bosko beats stool
To make it easier to fight.

So instituted, that's the case,
Spirits and beat all nightmares.
Grandfather with all their hits are not out of malice -
It is his wounds sing!

Pioneer gagged,
Scarlet streams on Pleven,
The young maiden in the forehead sweat,
Cools the body in the grass.

Old man sitting by the fire
Liver fry, whispers bye,
And not far away singing cricket -
It is his wounds sing!

Eclipsed all horses and Plevako,
Made a splash on the judges ...
Well in a circle of rosy virgins
Sad Mlada Attorney?

Delyuga yours, rolled,
Well you're in But the bitter pill?
Like the barracks ZOC
Quiet your wounds sing ...

Crunch under a steel heel
Head ...
Cradle with a funny tobbacco
Smokes resin chieftain.