Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Трижды умер ворон на дубу

Three dead crow on oak

Three dead crow on oak
From side to side, but it was not there
And in the depths of his native land
At the river he lay exactly
Vorohnulsya hero in his grave
Top steel on steel rumbled
Roused the mother land of cheese
Heavier became a hundredfold

Rolled glasses on the tables
Patrimony native brushed aside
The sky split in half
Ogruzlo of shit over the centuries
Evil povylazili of holes
And we're not followed
The light of the cross, and of power!
Crushed old dam

Turn even think Svjatogor
Wells to the era nailed
Three dead crow on oak
Three dead crow on oak
Three dead crow on oak
Three died, but it was not there ...