Текст песни Брак Народа - Призрак Отца Народа

Above loomed the shadow of the country
father People Ghost,
So soon the day of judgment
In the spirit of tritssedmogo year.

He came back from the depths
To complete their tasks,
Even Mr. Hell
We wish him good luck.

Underground mustered strength,
Spirit decided to visit us.
Debris swept from the grave,
He returned to take revenge.

And behind them is walking in a row
Platoon shot Chekists.
To us came the red hell
With the specter of communism.

Over the country there was laughter
father People Ghost,
Blood will wash away the mortal sin
In the spirit of tritssedmogo year.

Cadres decide everything already,
A pervasive shootings
Save our homeland -
No people and no problem!

Because good intentions
Like a rabid pigs
Destroy all their
Sons and daughters.

The inferno descended savior
Wiping his dagger.
Even the ruler of Hell
Brush bony shrugged.

father of the people of Ghost!
Nurse of the human race!
father of the people of Ghost!
The spirit of the 37th year!

father of the people of Ghost!
Nurse of the human race!
father of the people of Ghost!
The spirit of the 37th year!

father of the people of Ghost!
father of the people of Ghost!
father of the people of Ghost!
The spirit of the 37th year!