Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Победа

Feasted sunset, sunrise burned off ,
Underway in the face of the enemy drunk .
From his native land to the seventh heaven
Violently and loudly sounded : & quot; Win ! & Quot;

Feasted sunset, dawn died ,
Pain receded . Scarlet drops
Fell down from the cross , and the mouth of the dead
Proudly and stubbornly whispered & quot; Win & quot; ...

Stand up to his full height - so no more legs.
Squeeze his hand into a fist - yes there is nothing to compress .
There is no more words , no more than we do ,
Only one left in the world - Win ...

  Our Victory ...
  Our Victory ...
  Our Victory ...