Текст песни Bad Balance - Норманны-наркоманы

[Master Sheff]
Sailing past the Gulf of Finland
In my hand shakes a bottle of beer
Where to rage element, frozen ground
Obscuring the sun, the shadow of the mountain climb

The ancient prayer to fog off the coast
Bad B take proud Normans
Edge, where they like to hide the brown bear
Shaggy beards, tight howling wind

[Cooper]
Warrior to death cover scars
In battles he receives them as gifts Valhalla rock
Enemy scare rune
And swords brightly lit bronze lunar night

By the sky raised spears and axes
As a native white spiers of St. Petersburg
One, give me strength to be your Varyag
So that I could fight, not knowing fear

Chorus - 2 times
[Master Sheff and Cooper]
Where shore fog
Bute to takeoff waves on the rocks
Extinguish fires neighboring countries
Road to Valhalla put Normans

[Master Sheff]
On the spit of wondering around the fire witch
Words like spears, colitis, it hurts
Dana clouds being driven on a rocky peak,
Cutting out marks on their armor

River riding as early as the 10th century
My ancestors sailed proudly "from the Vikings to the Greeks"
He led them over one by thunder
In the battle the enemy head chopping ax with a crash

[Cooper]
Survival of the one who can endure the bumps
Only the fallen gods will carry on the shield to Valhalla
Out of the mist formidable tunes
With the string ringing aptly fly jib

Conquering land light of another world
The Normans are at sea fighting squads
Not afraid of the Valkyries riding and fears
From the bronze horn I drink them for Braga

Chorus - 2 times
[Master Sheff and Cooper]
Where shore fog
Bute to takeoff waves on the rocks
Extinguish fires neighboring countries
Road to Valhalla put Normans