Текст песни Сергей Яшин - Эпоха

In my skull broke the enemy's era
     Crunch tone on the line breath.
      
     She saw in the shooting embrasures,
     She wants blood and wants of the body.
      
     She wants to partake of my flesh,
     Trampling boots beautiful faces.
      
     She's like a huntsman that picks on the trail
     All those who do not believe in the era of victory.
      
     I feel, for me its a flock of gray
     Rushes, saliva on the road losing.
      
     Do not be afraid, all those who are powerless and mute.
     For me, not for you dog systems.
      
     I will not hide from the darkness and of light,
     Meet face-heels and brass knuckles.
      
     I will not run, dodging through the woods,
     Throws on his chest, furious flock.
      
     Crunch tone on the line of breath,
     I welcome you ... Hello, the era!