Skyth27, Саграда - Весна
текст песни

There are burns on my land again
The boys from the prisons are trying their luck
Devils on TV shout about victory and God
But they won't be in the caravan on the southern road
Spring is not forgotten, heroes are not forgotten
So they even sent Strelkov to prison
Rest in peace Givi, sleep well Motorola
There in the sky Voha Vova leads the Spartans into battle
There was no lights out brother
The fight continues, raise your gun
I won't step back from a time like this
Your land is your mother
Every Russian should be able to kill!
For the black soil kissed by Christ!
On the black flag of Baklanov
Adam's head white clean
Then we will be Decembrists
We cannot lose our homeland yet
Remember, the homeland is not the same as the king
Flowers will grow where there is only smoke
My people were in the dark, but they took out a lantern
The bells are dancing, the bell-ringer is crying
Again the fire goes through the fields
Liman will drown in red again
The enemy is here and there
Death is on the heels
Glass full of alcohol
Combat medal
Let the chestnut blossom in Kyiv
Call me to the anniversary of the slaughter of the Slavs
A bullet for those with whom I shared bread in half
How are you captain?
Have you tarnished your honor?
Again the fire goes through the fields
Liman will drown in red again
The enemy is here and there
Death is on the heels
Glass full of alcohol
Combat medal
Let the chestnut blossom in Kyiv
Call me to the anniversary of the slaughter of the Slavs
A bullet for those with whom I shared bread in half
How are you captain?
War, comma
On the other side they play different music
On the road naked, on a combat mission
I will pray, I will kiss the cross, God is at my right hand
Faith is my stronghold - I don’t trade it
You thought everything had a price tag?
Tell it to those murdered children in the alley
Tell this to the old man burying his son
But you are against war, because you are not a man
And tears are dripping from bloody eyes
Every day I see Donbass crying
But which of you fagots does the Russian world need?
Did you want to clean up?Bitch dig graves
Mother of Russian cities, under leftist dictatorship
Once upon a time my brother sold his ass for NATO shekels
Catch the grenade!
Hands are now untied
Russian blood will not go unpunished
Times of Gods and Heroes
The company digs trenches on the enemy's way
Drones prowl in a swarm, looking for those standing in formation
Finishing off what we built there throughout the country
The son will say - dad, where are you going?
I'm going where the cities are killing
Where trunks are cut in bursts and fragments
And the demons of war howl over the forest shelves
A landscape that has become a den of fire
Standard, the light passes through me
Even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will find her, like Dmitry and Evgeniy
Kyiv will be flooded with sunshine on that day
There, over Vladimirskaya Gorka, only the wind is naughty
But somewhere something is burning, but somewhere something is smoking
Now you are my enemy, the enemy will be defeated
We all tried to stop it
They were playing with a grenade, and we had to catch it
So remain those who fight to the death
crests, give up!
Russians don't give up!
Again the fire goes through the fields
Liman will drown in red again
The enemy is here and there
Death is on the heels
Glass full of alcohol
Combat medal
Let the chestnut blossom in Kyiv
Call me to the anniversary of the slaughter of the Slavs
A bullet for those with whom I shared bread in half
How are you captain?
Have you tarnished your honor?
Again the fire goes through the fields
Liman will drown in red again
The enemy is here and there
Death is on the heels
Glass full of alcohol
Combat medal
Let the chestnut blossom in Kyiv
Call me to the anniversary of the slaughter of the Slavs
A bullet for those with whom I shared bread in half
How are you captain?
War, comma