Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - Песня О Славе

The glory of the fathers - just poluostyvshie coals
Sons winds fanning wins
Or hot madness of his own blood
They poured in devotion is not squeezed his mark.

First childish fear bloody steel
In fear obmochenny negeroyskom kilt in battle,
Flies on a corpse - you with him in the morning chatting,
Night without end in the infected chumoyu edge.

Slava always two faces and two articles
Do not know what it will turn:
That Mass will spoil after the crucifixion,
Enters without knocking, and with it - the war.
Give us the strength, Lord, to choose the chaff from the grain!

Glory - a memory word, and soldiers threatening,
Just would not feel thirsty murders
attraction
Just to remember, something to die for friends
Only to understand, whose victory and whose defeat.

Slava always two faces and two articles
Do not know what it will turn:
That Mass will spoil after the crucifixion,
Enters without knocking, and with it - the war.
Give us the strength, Lord, to choose the chaff from the grain!