Текст песни Музыка чеченской войны - Мы по локоть закатаем рукава

Machine with body armor, uniform, gray
 On the back side in other people's berets, smoke from cigarettes
 All quiet as tanks, do not worry folder with mother
 What's in the shower? In the soul - the eclipse! without notice /

 We roll up our sleeves to the elbow
 And all the chocks chopped firewood.
 All unbelievers will burn and kill,
 Those from whom we went to war.

 Dodge all the tough guys, it's you the soviet army
 Go away from the road, we will riot rather the gods
 We take on the forehead nadvinem, Throw up your machine on neck
 With a smile and have fun with APCs, chock with God

 We roll up our sleeves to the elbow
 And all the chocks chopped firewood.
 All unbelievers will burn and kill,
 Those from whom we went to war.

 Maybe I will not shoot, I'll see her father and mother,
 And with your favorite girl, I spend a night clearly
 A platoon is collecting alarm at any time of the year
 We have a detachment of special purpose, for us every day exercises

 We roll up our sleeves to the elbow
 And all the chocks chopped firewood.
 All unbelievers will burn and kill,
 Those from whom we went to war.

 We roll up our sleeves to the elbow
 And all the chocks chopped firewood.
 All unbelievers will burn and kill,
 Those from whom we went to war.