Ария - Атилла
текст песни

His hand is small, but the whole world squeezed in it
Like a miserable chick, with a claw
And his row will not heal his similar feast
Facial ugliness will not hide soot

God's anger - scourge of heaven
Swallows sweat and dust
Life in the saddle, death and brilliance
At the point of fate

Whirlpool of the horde, put all the wickedness into one
German and Lezgin is divided by prey
Bonfires attila Smoke carry a plague with it
And the barbaric motive burns faith

The West is at hand here
We’ll knock out the door with swords
Threw the cry of the steppe
Evil Asian beast

Above us the blue sky flag
There is no fear in the splendor of cold eyes
There are no rules at this dawn hour
Before sunset, death will judge us

Deadly love, insidious fate
Trino is cope with a wedding feast
Wine is poisoned, poison on his lips
Like a bitter kiss, the last in life

Throat hops, throat blood
The savage drank all his life
Who is now the son of the winds
Cruel Hunnov Tsar!?

Above us the blue sky flag
There is no fear in the splendor of cold eyes
There are no rules at this dawn hour
Before sunset, death will judge us