Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - На белом коне

Am Dm E
Just do not compress much.
Am Dm G
Gun smokes put rags.
C Dm E
Rags not, let's burn flags.
Am Dm E
Does not matter to me instead tachanka cots.
Ai said chipped enemy.
Oh, my faithful companion exclaimed.
Well, where he climbs a fool?
Two lumps in the grass collapsed Lieutenant

Chorus:
Am G C
On a white horse, our chieftain
C G Am
And with a black flag we enter into heaven.
Am G C
From bastards purify native land
C G Dm
They have sold our sun.

I just do not know sdobrovat
Oblinyaloe banner or something red
Dad says forward well, and we do not care
Nineteenth year was a hot summer
And brains scattered here funny ha-ha-ha
At the head is now empty and think it is not necessary
And another shrapnel smashed offal
Surrounded by goats, and now they ambush

On a white horse, our chieftain
And with a black flag we enter paradise
From bastards purify native land
They have sold our Sun.

Oh, I do not believe in God more than me !!!
This pain in my heart an open wound.
Well we were deceived and red star,
Shone on the tower of the Bolshevik camp
Believe - Harvesters will plow !!!
Golden toilets will growl at home.
And the planets of the universe, we will wag
And do not shine if neither a bummer.