Текст песни национал-предатель - Шестая колонна

On the street, the dirty crowd was "Lumen",
Live well when the mind is ruined
They shone the sun and was a courage
And the fascists were broken, and our Crimea was.

The sixth column is the ramp parade,
The sixth column of the living dead
Six column - truthful lies,
The sixth column, you yourself go in it.

Others, having fun in a luxurious bedroom,
They were completely loyal to power,
A little friends, a little enemies,
Glamorously toes, feeding with the hands.

The sixth column is the ramp parade,
The sixth column of the living dead
Six column - truthful lies,
The sixth column, you yourself go in it.

Third, who had a choice
What to apply against the rest of the caliber!
They were ready, their hunger Tomil,
But hot lead fed them all.

The sixth column is the ramp parade,
The sixth column of the living dead
Six column - truthful lies,
The sixth column, you yourself go in it.