Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Органы

Our grandfather humpback with a serious sweat,
What would better off, what would all work for.
He believed firmly that the time will come,
What train them straight to the commune luck.

The Cheka, we do not sleep!

Thirty-seventh year - the smell of war.
But Stalin did not sleep, Stalin with you.
Contra flow in! To strengthen the cordon!
My flatmate - English spy!

In the GPU, we do not sleep!

Flag on the eye, sit in darkness,
And if he saw - hounded into jail.
What would have arisen some ideas.
What would a blind faith in the mighty leaders.

The Interior Ministry, we do not sleep!