Текст песни Chanda Shankara - Благостный гнев.

A play on words, Through the mouth of a creator!
Cool the blood, ignite the hearts.

Slavs, Russians - people have long been conceived
Tolley charmed, toli damned
His roofing felts were a little, they became a little
I have been through grief - there is still a lot

With the advent of rap, glamor and rock
Our power of human vice came to earth
Burning out in search of profit prowls
Do you think my people are dead? No, it's just brushed

There are no borders left, the world is praying for freedom!
The "free" are falling down before the faithful of the family!

On the rock stage, a freakin 'junkie
Russian rock has "the sky of the Slavs"
Black MC's in cars on chicks
Our benchmarks in the rocking chair and on the horizontal bars

We are Russian people - curious people
What will not get to us is overgrown with identity
Cultivated grain from beyond the hill Dremuchev
We crush the great and the mighty with the word.

There are no borders left, the world is praying for freedom!
The "free" are falling down before the faithful of the family!

Angry at the microphone, throwing slogans
Sleeves stuffed like a book of eli
Yes, and we are one of those but in a new guise
We glorify the greatness of our camp

It's gone our time to bait right on left
Shouting "fas" in the chorus and not doing more fucking
From the Far East reefs in blissful rage
We are for the flame in the heart, but for the reason in the brow