Кромь - 60 часов
текст песни

Ruins and death on the faces of the square,
Cuttled veins of mountain streets
Covered with fire of the body of people,
Shells, explosions, corpses, bullets
We will be there, 3 long dark days,
Blinded from fiery breaks,
Forgotten in the fields of someone else's war,
Advanced forces of an absurd breakthrough

Forgotten and cursed, the past are trampled,
What is left to lose to us?
We are no more, we will remain memory
Mountain fierce ruins

Ruins, death, a conflagration of war,
On the streets under the explosions of mortars
Stayed here as if born
String of short bossy reports
Our construction, the clock remained for us
Under a hail of bullets and stinging shells
Towards death, cloudy dogs
Go

Left by the target for Pottek
For abuse of dense people,
On the puddles of blood and through the noise of interference
Uninvited by them was entrusted with freedom
We will be there, all 60 hours,
3 days remained in the massacre
We are the sounds of dead voices,
We are echoes of someone's pain