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Гр.Ом. - Сербия в огне , Srbija u plamenu
На славянской земле полыхает огонь,
Наших братьев кровных слышен страшный крик.
Но в руках ружьё, и заряжен патрон,
И встаёт гордый серб на защиту родной земли.
А по улицам родным, на которых ты рос,
Там с мальчишками ты играл в войну.
Здесь впервые влюбился, девку на руках нёс.
И своих предков дом не отдашь никому.
Сербия в огне, пылает славянский дом.
Русь с тобой, братская Сербия,
Война - арийский наш долг.
Сербия в огне, крови своих сыновей.
Мы отомстим за тебя, наш брат,
Будет поражён иудей.
Белая Сербия, "Сербия - сербам", - мы повторяем с тобой,
Ведь связаны одной мы судьбой.
Белая Сербия, "Сербия - сербам", - мы повторяем с тобой,
Мы слышим твой крик, и мы чувствуем боль.
Но прошли времена, изменилась страна,
И повсюду орды грязных албанских зверей.
Не стучалась война, а без стука зашла
В твой дом, где кормила жена малых твоих детей.
И вспорхнула душа, лёгким оводом в небо,
Проплывая над улицами, где вы росли.
И ты себя проклинал, что рядом с нею не был
И не знал ты тогда, что случится беда.
Злость в глазах загорелась священным огнём,
Ты стоял и смотрел на сожжённый свой дом.
Губы тихо шептали проклятья врагам,
И ты стал на своей же земле партизан.
Сотни сербских бойцов ты увидел тогда
По знамёнами тигра Аркана.
И ты без стесненья обрушил свой праведный гнев
На слуг иудо-тирана.
Слава гордой независимой Сербии!
Thunder. - Serbia in fire, srbija u plamenu
Fire blazes on Slavic land,
Our Brothers Brothers hear a terrible cry.
But in the hands of a gun, and a cartridge is charged,
And the proud Serb stands to protect the native land.
And along the streets of relatives, on which you grew up,
There you played the war with the boys.
Here for the first time fell in love, a girl in her arms carried.
And you will not give your ancestors a house to anyone.
Serbia is on fire, the Slavic house is burning.
Rus' with you, Bratsk Serbia,
War is our duty.
Serbia is in the fire, the blood of his sons.
We will take revenge for you, our brother,
The Jew will be amazed.
White Serbia, "Serbia - Serbs" - we repeat with you,
After all, we are connected by one fate.
White Serbia, "Serbia - Serbs" - we repeat with you,
We hear your cry and we feel pain.
But the times have passed, the country has changed,
And everywhere hordes of dirty Albanian animals.
War did not knock, but without knocking
In your house, where the wife of your small children fed.
And the soul fluttered, a light gap to the sky,
Sow over the streets where you grew up.
And you cursed yourself that you were not next to her
And you did not know then that trouble would happen.
Anger in the eyes caught fire with sacred fire,
You stood and looked at your burned house.
Lips quietly whispered curses to the enemies,
And you became partisans on your land.
You saw hundreds of Serbian fighters then
According to the banners of the tiger Arkan.
And you fell off your righteous anger without shy
On the servants of Judo-Tiran.
Glory to the proud independent Serbia!
Fire blazes on Slavic land,
Our Brothers Brothers hear a terrible cry.
But in the hands of a gun, and a cartridge is charged,
And the proud Serb stands to protect the native land.
And along the streets of relatives, on which you grew up,
There you played the war with the boys.
Here for the first time fell in love, a girl in her arms carried.
And you will not give your ancestors a house to anyone.
Serbia is on fire, the Slavic house is burning.
Rus' with you, Bratsk Serbia,
War is our duty.
Serbia is in the fire, the blood of his sons.
We will take revenge for you, our brother,
The Jew will be amazed.
White Serbia, "Serbia - Serbs" - we repeat with you,
After all, we are connected by one fate.
White Serbia, "Serbia - Serbs" - we repeat with you,
We hear your cry and we feel pain.
But the times have passed, the country has changed,
And everywhere hordes of dirty Albanian animals.
War did not knock, but without knocking
In your house, where the wife of your small children fed.
And the soul fluttered, a light gap to the sky,
Sow over the streets where you grew up.
And you cursed yourself that you were not next to her
And you did not know then that trouble would happen.
Anger in the eyes caught fire with sacred fire,
You stood and looked at your burned house.
Lips quietly whispered curses to the enemies,
And you became partisans on your land.
You saw hundreds of Serbian fighters then
According to the banners of the tiger Arkan.
And you fell off your righteous anger without shy
On the servants of Judo-Tiran.
Glory to the proud independent Serbia!
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