Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Золотые Кресты

Golden Cross

I sing like a prayer
These bitter row
For the guys that died
On the sales war.

Someone up there
Infinitely cruel
Unleashed the carnage
The brutal Chechnya.

Command the kids
Officers gray
Not for fame and fees
And not for the winning

God knows what they
Were killed in Russia
And never
Do not go back

Chorus:
Golden Cross
Yes Silver
For courage one
And another posthumously

Golden Cross
Yes Silver
Yes wooden crosses
A young kid

So put on crosses
Martial medals
Who is death and life
Not traded

You Judah in Chechnya
Many times selling
But you do not have those,
Who betrayed Russia

I sing like a prayer
Those who are alive and survived
Not for fame and fees
His life laid

I believe that the Lord
I saw everything and heard everything
Russian soldiers
All sins are let go

Chorus