Текст песни Dessar - Жребий брошен

And no matter how nauseous, but the lot is thrown - and what?
What to do war if the truth is burning under the skin
If there is nothing impossible, I have to fight this too
Docking the lats and drop the sheath

I have a spoilage of rubikon, wondering a second
Quietly whispering "Alea Jacta Sunt"
Bunth Pravda, Faith, Truth - Against Incomes
Always turns on - that's the fact that the main thing

And those who are equal in blood, in spirit and on the bad
All those who are with us will burn a bright flame
In the name of the memory of ancestors, burn off all the dishonest to the
Throughout Russy my click rings in bells

Fear - alien to us, proud descendants of Slavs
I'm fighting and then let's see the cat disappeared who Pan
If from enemy wounds, weakening falling down
I scream "Second World Flood"