Текст песни Голавачков Роман a.k.a. ГраД - Больше чем патриотизм

Again this world destroys rotting flesh
We want to live in it and die early and laziness
Our goal would be that the veins no blood stasis
It's fate and we piously submissive to her
The planet is too young to come to an end
But evil is reflected in every soul
We destroy the earth just loving it
What will happen when bad otnesёmsya it?
It would be good to reflect and be smarter
Everyone has heard and seen the fall and loss
Ever bottom with injuries to the holes licked
Try to live in spite of his whims?
Do not sit in sorrow, let's put off your happiness
No one has done all shouted eventually run wild ...
Story of the country took to drink and he's crisis
Not because of the pathetic scraps of paper for which you fought ...

Russia sounds nice, but not proud
HOMELAND word is not imposed on fashion
It is protected by the blood and sweat, breathe
Freedom Air is not close from the soul RUSSIA

Of those who have written in the genome of Russian
Eyes after death not tusknut, Brown heed
Who is the willies Sieg Heil
Konigsberg became Kaliningrad is our land
Burning march around the world, we prove
When the time comes to punish the perpetrators of our
Do not run away from justice because people judge
Know your blood zahlebnёshsya and will
When perёk throat bone snaps greed
Even saints and pacifists forget about zhalos
bloodcurdling scream violence and genocide
Remind me about conscience? Forgot the shame?
Frozen dead empty eyes of a child
I see and understand that the pain of your heart cooled
and it is not in the power of the spirit of the power of speech will
With fire in the hearts of the Slav rebelled War

Not tired of feeling sorry for his lazy body?
People around you scum of the ecosystem
They leave two pack leader and chief warrior
They howl, but from hunger, not from pain

Defend your land do not pay attention to the fear
Sun reflection in domes, because you know
To the inevitable collapse but you will not get hurt
And the dust razveesh enemies with God's help in his hands
Growing up a free spirit with a sense of dignity
I fight for the land of Rus made me Russian
Boundless field do not want to change anything here
All that there was to be madly in love with me
These forests which in truth there is no number
Under the sound of wheels do not get tired of their staff considered
This sea is the mood that the surface of the storm
Here, every grain of sand has its own memory
These great distances, even on the map
All deserts and always a mother's love
My region lives an endless power of the seas
He was born here and I believe it will die for .....