Текст песни Johnnie Zigger - Руина

Bogdan, father
Woosting from a long sleep, your people ask for, knees already hurt on them to stand and alms ask for rabbis in the shadow of the Minor ...

Ruin...

New old name for my country,
where mother feeds tears baby
where the land of the holy for Shekel was sold,
where is gold znzyv (collis) to Matsu exchanged

Ruin...

Where the old men are picky from the floor,
where children do not have a future
where the sacred laws of the ancestors were extruded,
where they started the mound do it yourself

Ruin...

Where our daughters sell their body,
where our sons drank the country,
where children are an extra ballast for a family
where they sell land under the legs of man

Ruin...

Where freedom fighters are Balande Bread
where patriots believe enemies
where our hopes like the wind will destroy
Where grandparents are wiped out for our shame ...

Ruin...

Our freedom rotten coffin ...