Текст песни Argument 5.45 - Степные псы

Steppe Dogs / Dogs Steppe

Dirty Huns, canid blood -
you called us.
Wild hordes from the steppes of the rabble -
so be it.
& Quot; Towards the wind once again
do not open your mouth! & quot; -
You did not learn the steppe ...
And we have come to you to transfer
her lesson.

We are at the gate at your gate -
And we feel the walls shaking.
All grind and spit
great prairie fire.
Listen as bark those who put
skull stories dusty boots.
We untwining braids times
and again we will be tying up - our host.

In one of our songs a voice.
And the voice of the wild steppe.

We do not care what color
your face,
and what is the name of God
your fathers.
If you're around, I need to know
only one:
what's inside, in your chest -
diamond or shit.

Listen as bark those who put
skull stories dusty boots.
We untwining braids times
and again we will be tying up - our host.

Our people, only one color.
And the color of the wild steppe.

Prairie dogs!