Текст песни Тимур Муцураев - Опять война...

Again the war in the fire of the Caucasus, our common house,
They burn at home and the crying of the land of the native,
But in a bright hour, and old and young, everything is like one
The people rose and under the enemy the earth is burning.

Again, war and crying mournful mothers,
But bomb explosions and cries of Chechen kids,
But blood for blood, the enemy is given in his blood
And the cargo of two is sent by the Gapless Party.

The peoples of small and large in the world are not,
And there is love for freedom and native land.
Unequal proud people got up
For their homeland, for faith, for freedom!

On the wounded blood injured
Laugh children is not only in a dream,
Here what fear did not know never
And under the enemy the Chechen land is burning.

There is a war, blood flowed on my earth
And the Motherland loses the best sons,
What will submit, it is better to die proudly,
After all, the courage of the hero retreats death.

The peoples of small and large in the world are not,
And there is love for freedom and native land.
Unequal proud people got up
For their homeland, for faith, for freedom!