Текст песни Даниил Шургальский - Витязи

It was, Ile not?
I feel about that unknown.
Goals were going to war again.
Not for silver christ
Not at the enemy shore.
Protect your homeland from the doors.

And enemies like crows
Scattered to the sides.
And behind the backs are hiding women and children.
And lay heads
Young warriors.
On sadness Great wives and mothers.

Who is now responsive
For what people are dirty,
For that children are not sleeping small at night.
Previously lived - Ladil
Sitters and brothers.
And now on each - a bullet and a projectile.

How to cope with a mischievous?
Forgive everything, repent?
Il the enemy of the sworn drown in the blood?
But the kings are silent,
Protecting your power.
And as long as you die, Russia, your sons.

It was, Ile not?
I feel about that unknown.
Goals were going to war again.
Not for silver christ
Not at the enemy shore.
Protect your homeland from the doors.