Янка и Великие Октябри - Особый резон
текст песни

On distorted mouths
Rushed eyelids to mole
The error of the sprout is visible
For short -sighted eyes
not believing stupid tears
The conveyor of the sand crawls

The hand will not remember yet
The braid of the temple is trembling
Calls a slanting board
I am at the door eye
Under the heel of the ceiling

There was an egg at the entrance
Or a cool word
I turn my face
A dream twitched by a nightmare -
Newborn Mason
Sings with me in unison

The winged wind in the distance
The tops of the rocks scorched
And here the lawn caresses
There is a special reason
For that special department,
for that special mode
There is a special reason

That penetrated into the gap of the convoy
Will seal the windows with grass
We will be told to slaughter
The hero crosses,
The spreading system will step
Forward for the homeland in battle

And evil enemies will perish
who did not put on boots
who did not say goodbye to himself
Who did not commit suicide
Everyone will lead to slaughter
For that special department,
for that special mode
There is a special reason