Текст песни Владимир Кузнецов - Я убит в Белом Доме

I killed in the White House,
Remember me.
Armored personnel carriers and tanks
Spared no fire.
Helicopters circled,
And burned the White House.
He began many graves
From hiding in it.

I killed in the White House,
Do not feel sorry for me.
Dead shame not to have
Its share of cursing.
Shame, shame, humiliation -
This is the fate of the living,
Those who welcome
In foreign princes.

A traitor - tamanets,
Shoot me,
And Judas Ryazanets -
Until the last day,
Until the end they will be
When dishonor live.
And the blood of their hands
Never wash!

I killed in the White House.
His cup to the dregs
I drank, but
My honor saved.
I killed in the White House,
It can be seen, the fate of my mouth,
Fathers died
For the Soviets!