Песня. Хок - Блокпост
текст песни

High beams cut through the road
The gas tank is emptying little by little
The front axle creaked pitifully, groaning.
If only I could hold on and not give up
Not be left behind and break down
There, beyond the river ahead, is my native checkpoint

Lightning glows red
Family faces in the mirrors
The pontoon bridge rustles under the wheels
Cannonades pound over the Dnieper
Somewhere they're not at all happy to see us
But calmly, my native checkpoint is ahead

And in Moscow, you can't sleep

Who said it's abroad
Who said these fields aren't native

From Kherson to Rostov
From Rostov to Tambov
Our everything, This is Russian land

The wind from the sea brings a drone
Spreads fascist rubbish
I rise to my full height, as if in '43
Tanks, cannons, machine guns, behind the hill, infantry again But the Urals are like a bone to them, like a native checkpoint.

We will forgive them. How else?
We will sing a funeral for everyone. And weep.
The battlefield will be overgrown with weeds.
The tracks sank in clay.
And in spite, the fuel tanks emptied.
And about what lies ahead.
Russian post.

And in Moscow, you can't sleep.
Who said it was a foreign country?
Who said these fields weren't native?
From Kherson to Rostov.
From Rostov to Tambov.
Our everything. This is Russian land.