Текст песни Мастер - Heavy ламбада

It's hot here at frosty hours,
The weaklings will expire
The hammer strikes with all the bitchiness
Knocking out the crap!

We are between the anvil and the hammer with you,
Of us, not this one, so another will make nails ...

You can make us horseshoes
for horses flying into the distance,
And chain mail for warriors,
blade of swords ...

There is more metal in the Russian steppes than metal,
Without us, the vault of heaven would have caved in and fell long ago.

Metal children of a misunderstood country
Nobody needs the light in pursuit
The hammer is trying
The anvil is humming
Lifetime cold
Doesn't threaten anyone!

Metal children of a misunderstood country
No one needs the light in pursuit
This is a lambada, but in the Russian manner,
Strikes the hammer right
And you are still whole!
Are you still whole