Текст песни Александр Заборский - Кончай работу, греться у костра

Stop work! Bask in the fire!
We stretched out our hands to the light.
Not a word is said debris
And the foremen said nothing, bitch ...

No! Do not extinguish you, thieving fires!
Blazed through the taiga, to unwind!
Our feet are quick, sharp knives,
The escape we know what to expect!

Only the prosecutor will open the green door,
With more land will pull fresh air -
With friends, we gather the crumbs
Path and run unnoticed.

Send in pursuit of fourteen children,
All rifles, five rounds each.
Do not get caught us on the road, the soldiers!
Who will chose - the brave fighter.

And once again erupted in the mist fires
Those in whom there were no forces conducted.
And the last crumbs of starvation rations
To prepare new friends.

Let me catch ten hours,
Let the dogs kill and poison ...
There is a prison, there is a lock on the gate latch,
But the hope I did not leave

Again, to meet you, my dear,
To explain that I am not guilty,
Tell how the grass and beat me,
As died without guilt guilty ...

Thieves fires burn you forever!
Honor and glory to be killed in the pursuit!
A North moody everything going train,
New boys being driven in cars.