Текст песни МашнинБэнд - Товарищ Хренов

Tanks walk-roam in an open field
Torn footcloths smell like death
Dancing fingers on triggers
Souls in the heels of fear
Over the mountains people go to clubs
Over the mountains people sleep and love
There behind our back
Yes behind the red wall

Comrade Khrenov

Realize the meaning of bullet life
Soldiers are sleeping in the guard of honor
Hey yesterday's punks
This is not a home, but a war here!
We fought as if for freedom
How happiness would be brought to the people
Only chores are empty
You invented it all

Comrade Khrenov!

We'll go back all to friends and family
Someone live, and someone immediately into the ground
We will be assigned to the orders
And will be sent to all hell
Our sisters will lick our wounds
We will deal with the production of the plan
Sleep well, our dear
Five-Time Hero