Текст песни Весна Народов - Встающая с колен

Brutal cold high ground,
Closed wall from the outside world,
Boxcar full of bodies
They called a great country

National idea:
Gas, missiles, roads
National interests:
Rob, destroy
Oil, booze, good king
And izgazhennye soul.
Again & quot; rising from its knees & quot;
One-sixth of the land

In the stream of the same dull days
Life spend surrounded by borders
Traitors are those who does not live all
Traitors are those who do not glorify killers

The mentality of the masses of crazed
Hymn in honor of the executioners
Oil, roads, rocket and gas
Mode has trained rats and pigs