Текст песни Сентиментальные Идиоты - День Победы

Sun, pluck its light leaves the Rhine limes,
To become a new Siegfried invulnerable hero.
Hans's eyes in revenge, his eyes blood are poured;
"Come back," said, "rather go home."

Only the linden tree withered, no trace of the Dragons
And revenge will meet revenge, and blood will meet sickle.
Victory Day red sun ascended to the sky,
Red band from the east came chimeras.

Character northwest. A clear profile of Aryan
Is Death Stoch Soviet scythe?
The nightmares she saw: the barbarian killer
Hans Shot in the face, a young face ...

But another dream: their first meeting
Like walking along the Harz, he called her a witch,
And as the stars counted in the gentle evening ...
Young as we are now able to die?

And now, the day has arrived: cooked dinner,
I bought the best beer, laid the table.
"What if he ate Siberian frost?
Give the Lord, our happiness! Oh, why he left! .. "

Waiting - the executioner, only the pulse,
But then you hear the cry of one who pressed the trigger.
His voice! He's alive! Finally back!
Hans returned from the war - without arms or legs.

Sun, pluck its light leaves the Rhenish limes ...
Victory Day has arrived.