Текст песни BALZAM BAND - Юго-Восток

Music: Innokenty Shchavrovsky
Poems: Alexander Ivanov

Fuel tanks are filled with corks,
the overheated motor roars.
Ready to attack, in an iron box
we do not see death point-blank.
And that we are the ruins of great empires
and a stormy stream of time,
when we only have the bitterness of loss
and the way to the South-East.

There is a tiger hiding in a bamboo grove
during monsoon rains.
There temples hide incorruptible relics
unknown ancient leaders.
Tired hands grip the rifle -
what to do, our world is cruel!
And we are left with only the bitterness of separation
and the way to the South-East.

Wealth, honor and medals are not waiting for us,
not even an afterlife.
But we have levers and pedals -
just hold on to them!
And the roar of the motor of the iron beast
gives rise to delight in the heart,
and we forget about the bitterness of loss ...
Our way is to the South-East.