Текст песни Чёрные дьяволы - Чеченский излом

Blushed wet with dew,
To earth pressed, should not give up,
Drink wine to the bottom.
Chechnya, and did not get up,
No one knows why.
We sell fathers - ministers,
And again, I tselyus turban.
And the world is no longer a pure ...

Chorus:
Stop to it all,
Yes, you can see, there is no God in heaven,
And those hands that took forearm,
Not moved more grain fields.
We do not tolerate, we were eager
Heavy tread of the tocsin,
In the attack rose again
The call hoarse battalion commander.

The pass Khasavuirt
He is wise and old, but is adamant
Dushmans nones will sing,
And all eyes will be closed,
Well, then it's our turn,
On the ground level entire success.
Combat with the team: "Forward!"
Only one course for us marines.