Текст песни Константин Фролов - Честь

My soul is the breath of God,
And without her and the flesh is dead.
In the temple leading the road
Thought clothed in words.
Wealth, honors, glory
How Lucifer looked me
But the devil remained in fools -
I had a soul to God.

My whole life is a gracious blade
And the word ringing "Lifting" -
Subordinated to the signals of Gorna
And night fully and clear day.
Her in a fierce battle,
Long she is a short,
I will give a deduction without a balance
All until the last throat.

Here with the heart there is no Slady
It trembles every time
From one just look
Careless female eyes.
In the chest enthusiassed and passionately,
It freezes, then trembles,
It is only a woman subject to
And only it belongs.

And that Hussaru remains,
In addition to vodka and war? -
Honor, because it is not for sale,
Since there is no price.
Signal sounds - and in a stirring leg,
In the attack march in fire, in smoke.
Beauty - Heart, Soul - God,
Debris - life, fate - road,
But honor, sorry, nobody!