A keresés eredménye

Feast the Field

The river flows without knowing the ford.
We are going, but there is no ford.
We fulfill the will of the people.
But here's a story for you, and here's the whole answer.
Bullets made holes, well, then for the cause,
If you get hurt, it means - Dead!
The dead body hit the ground.
Anarchy! Yeah, it is she!
 
“Well, who did you want to run from? Aha!
Gotcha! Hey! Gotcha! Hey!
Hoick him guys! Into his noose, lads!
Died? Hey! Died! Hey!
 
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Nagant and harness!
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Native lands!
 
The horse suffocated from fast running,
The saber is tired of chopping the air.
We don`t fucking need victory like this
What they want to teach us.
We must save the old motherland,
We need to put the heat on the fire.
I will whistle merrily to the Cossacks.
Ah, the grinding of sabers is my grace!
 
The skin of a Red Army soldier burst
On the head, hey! On the head, hey!
And the splashes of the brain will disperse like a fan.
On the grass, hey! On the grass, hey!
 
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Nagant and harness!
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Native lands!
 
Well, who can't you meet here? Mother dear!
Who is not walking here? Well, every beast.
Here they'll shoot you from a homemade gun,
The horse will be taken away. And freedom, goodbye!
 
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Nagant and harness!
Hey-gay! Feast the field!
Hey-gay! Native lands!