Текст песни Узники Совести - Посвящается Ване Хуторскому..

Draco fight as any throw,
True street, so be it ...
Valves and fists
Sometimes terrible bullets ..
But not a sin and then
Take a break from a risk
Ten carcasses covered with hundred
To celebrate the good fight.

Everyone is busy with his
Someone cuts on zakus herring
Someone future fights
Discusses sat down to the table ..
Who speaks for the life of a
Who brings a chair from the kitchen
And one on the back is
On the couch lay down to sleep.

Today he was the coolest
The street is a daring battle
Not one of those who are fleeing in fear
And of those who fights fiercely.
Forever his enemy
On Murle he left a trail
He was not accustomed to retreat
Today he put out the enemies.

Now he lay down to sleep
To re-gain strength ..
He calmly breathing during sleep
And do not hear other people's conversations
They say he sleeps on his back
It feels coolest
It is not always lucky in combat
And not everyone love fate ..

The day after tomorrow he would be killed
Those whom he beat today
By publishing the winning howling
Vtopchut into the mud to get up but could not.
The bloody corpse of his
The day after tomorrow will be delivered to the morgue.

It will only start on the road
And far to the finish
For it will retaliate More
Recoup something on someone.
More will extinguish dubёm
Those who will extinguish it.
Though its not resurrect
What can you do? Nothing ..

What fate with this bitch take?
It is not always lucky in combat
In war without losses impossible
The day after tomorrow he would be killed ..
He dies its waste
The day after tomorrow there is no salvation
But today, he won!
Today he is asleep and pain in the back ....