ZMEY GORYNICH - Кузькина Мать
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Singing the darkness
Satan Horned
Troubles are being closed to Russia
The enemies are damned
Let's start them through the tops
Where it bubbles
There we will show them, filthy
Kuzkin Mother!
Six -flyers on the backs
We will go famously
Yes, we stuff them in the owns
Loud jokes
We do not want from the sea
Vorogov and know
Better show them we will show them
Kuzkin Mother!
Kuzkina Mother
Kuzkina Mother
Kuzkina Mother
A fist about the table!
Kuzkina Mother
Kuzkina Mother
Kuzkina Mother
Heel on the floor!
They held out their sting
Snake languages
Worship that the vultures are opening
Pack your lion's
On the wealth of our Mati
Motherland-Rasseyushki
Evidence, they do not know fear
Eh, hyperborea!
Breind to the Brights
You are the shelves
Turn the hostiles
In black deaths
On the mounds of the outlet
They sleep forever
Eh, let's show, brethren
Kuzkin’s mother!
Did not fall into the mud face
I'm on the full moon
I will turn it over
Koshchi I am on the runes (Yeh!)
On the graveyard in the dark night
I call the checks
The name is the spindle
I bring to the colic!
Oh, you're a witch
Punish your enemies
Gadunitsa Lipelide
Morus and Polar
Show them where they winter
Demons and crafty
Freeze and stare them
Ants, herbs!
Kuzkina Mother
Smell to you
Protect a homeland
Yob your mother!