Текст песни Дмитрий Птица - Братская воля

broke out the field
wrenched
Party dear .

Do not come back the way
crippled legs
It poisons the quarrel .

Not a few were killed
asking hail
Mated females .

We will for a day
Who has not abandoned the field
Who has not thrown pain.

Lean ing pint
In the language of nitrate
On the threshold of the mother .

untied barrel
They dropped their needles
Everybody crosses the field.

There are 2 brothers ,
Here are 3 sons
Take God .

The field will be clear
It will be full field
Fraternal rumors .