Текст песни Фронт - Железный кулак

Four third of my head
It occupies the danger zone
Natural Reaction cancels woes
The blood in my temples pounding tensely
Endless struggle of ideas
The road is littered not close
Through the hurricane mad passions
Rvёmsya to target at risk.

I raise my iron fist
And I beat them strongly and accurately aim
In this sweet worldly barrel
Fly in the ointment of my truth slag.

I'm trying to understand what happened to me
What will be the end of the fight
Labor Dictatorship exalt above the crowd
The voice of truth ringing in the darkness.

I raise my iron fist
And I beat them strongly and accurately aim
I shake out the dirt from a rusty barrel
I have decided to take this step.