Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Мы - подранки великой страны

We - the wounded animal a great country -
Spread to overgrown swamps.
We pursuit scribbling machine guns -
Ultimatum Zion punks.
Apart bumps bury their own.
Overtakes lead horseflies.
And, bent, throw in the lining,
Like a head beat in the stomach.
We treat scours rot wounds.
Our blood they smoke quagmire.
Putting broken force,
As the banner, under the gray mist.
Bandaged chest with birch bark.
Biting herbs.
We - the wounded animal of the Great Powers,
Inspired by the Holy Rus.
We noticeably postman, as they say,
What's more, our song is not sung -
We have already handed over to Moscow,
To get back together with her victory.

Leonid Kornilov