Текст песни Игорь Печерский - Последняя песня мёртвых

The last song of the dead

 One in the field
 Warrior ... until ...
 good god
 Darn banner.
 Braty drunk
 Bunch zealous,
 Sisters Ladoga
 In polonyanah.

                               Washed pure death
                               Yunoyu so fresh,
                               Break all the windows and doors,
                               True, the living nebosluzhitel.
                               Where I sprawled on the hoop
                               Most poor but the most blind,
                               Sts flashes fast,
                               The last song of the dead.

 Horde in the house,
 Many mansions,
 Sun of Righteousness
 Ratuy flames.
 Hell Gate,
 And we are always pleased
 whisk tears
 My dear.

                              Washed pure death
                               Yunoyu so fresh,
                               Break all the windows and doors,
                               True, the living nebosluzhitel.
                               Where I sprawled on the hoop
                               Most poor but the most blind,
                               Sts flashes fast,
                               The last song of the dead.

                                                                                                                   18.03.05.