Текст песни Константин Фролов - Столыпину

We are exploded, shoot, cut
Camely lots of us.
Everywhere hears a tooth crossed
The most suitable your enemies!
On the backyard your bare
Saved like soot night!
I see death of your Russia
And unable to help you!
Under your turquoise sky
Over a dozen quiet years
You can grow so much bread
What to satisfy the whole white light!
Only was the owner on earth
And not a subtle lazy slave!
But the dagger will bring Cain,
After making sure the brother weak!
Zrew Russia on the mortal bed,
In the headboard image.
But where are you looking god?
What did you take your eyes from?
Confuses the crowd of nothingness
And fatherland and king!
Forgive unreasonable, God!
Bo do not know what they do.
Forgive unreasonable, God!
Bo do not know what they do.