Текст песни MAL DA UDAL - Свободу Рыжему Тарзану

Oleg MAL DA UDAL Udalov
The place of the legend to be in the ring for fights without rules
But no makar in the prison cell
Have a harsh disposition, show that he is right
Of the kind of gray dogs, to be like a wolfhound

Keep even law enforcement in fear
If you decide to run it so that the heels sparkle
Not tired to beat the enemy without recharging
Tear him to floor rags without looking

A true warrior is able to go down in history
Not to be caught breaking the border by the sea
Not to be handcuffed broken
What kind of makar did he hold arrested?

He must sting a cobra, be a samurai war
Opponent from fear in a cold sweat throwing
Let the slanting road go under it now
We will not forget about the fearlessness of the son of a bitch!

Chorus:
Freedom to red ginger tarzan from shackles
Lord of the forests of the genus of gray dogs
The people do not forget about the fate of their fighters
That's just a little with fists of such fellows

It’s not for nothing that a couple of strong fists are with you
Ask them cuffs, ask them cuffs
And if they don’t remove the fetters from your hands and feet
Butt their head, Glory, sparing no heads

You left before any deadlocks
After all, a real warrior is not afraid of bruises
Feels no pain, fearless in battle
Severe and in life must live in freedom

Chorus:
Freedom to red ginger tarzan from shackles
Lord of the forests of the genus of gray dogs
The people do not forget about the fate of their fighters
That's just a little with fists of such fellows