Текст песни Арктида - Атака мертвецов

Attack of Russian Deads

Music: Dmitry Mashkov
Words: Vladimir Lebedev

Let a Russian God forgot us, perhaps, was busy a bit,
But on this day and in this moment, a snog came to us anyway.
And death again not before us, did not carry such a load.
Let our God and far - so therefore, the devil is exactly Russian.

CHORUS:
In the name of grandfathers and fathers -
Attack of Russian dead.

Gunted cough became Nabat, burns pain - adrenaline.
Fucking, we went through the fog along the black scorched plain.
And hacking light into the enemy, spike, mock and dying,
A piece of drunge regiment stepped on death, the debt is fulfilled.

CHORUS:
In the name of grandfathers and fathers -
Attack of Russian dead.
Let's bow for the death fight
The heroes of the First World War.