Текст песни Слава бормашине - Красно-белая

You fall asleep under me
Silver moon
Among the high dry grass,
Yes, seven dashing winds.
I pray thee
And he echoed howling

I sailed through the veins of your rivers
And you do not remove or tamper with age
I walked on the dash face
For me lead grams
Snowflakes found the following
And the drops fell on the snow
Like blood and milk ...

And flew the 20th century, 12 people walked,
Cut your cherry orchard branches igniting hell.
On the white streets lay your new red snow

There's going to the gate
The same as his? A - the people!
He was thirsty, he wanted to have
He just wanted somewhere to sit
Your red-white officer
Rallying all to dance
Drink your blood and milk

I hobble hundreds of years, snowflakes cover their tracks,
But as soon as I breathe
How raises the breast
From Indigirka to the Neva
Your red-white silhouette
And the blood flows with milk!
... .. ... .. Milk and milk ... .. milk.