Текст песни Абордаж - Жизнь

Every day - a new battle,
Every hour is given with difficulty.
But he resurrectedly murdered.
Eternal battle continues.

And already our hands are tired
Constantly swords to keep
On armor - lack of steel,
On lips - rock print.

There, where the blood sunset got drunk,
There, where the wolf rushed at night,
There, where they circled over the crow floor
There, where all crowns drooped from the SEC.

But the sword fucked and the horse aged,
Your temper softened a little and have tripled.
But the memory lives until you live,
You are a warrior of the sacred land.

But the brave brave is not yet
It is tempered in the blood.
Hands are tired, creaking with teeth,
Remove it from the ground.