Текст песни МДП - Предпоходная

Do not rip off the epaulettes from your uniform,
Having healed from pain and wounds,
Coldly and tenderly patrons
I slowly drive into the revolver.

The last year has rolled down sadly
Christmas passed in evangelism.
Rumor has it: Chernetsov and Kornilov
Rostov was recaptured from the Soviets.

Pr-singer
The parish began, and in fermentation.
It has begun, and it would be high time
Chop this red bastard
From Kamchatka and up to the Dniester.

Russia does not come to terms with treason,
With a blood-blind obsession.
I'm not a razor through my own veins
I will strip them with a machine gun.
If something is whispering with your lips,
This is not a complaint or a question.
And ripe completely in the drum
Those six death-stinging wasps.