Текст песни Морена - Кровяные времена

Ask the funeral maestro
About the beginning of the funeral
And having built your orchestra,
Requiem will wake him.
We will go under these sounds
In the land of a thousand bloods
For leaving the sky,
In the sky domes of churches.

What is the use of living in captivity
What kind of happiness is free to be,
Writhing in pain
And you do not know how to love.
We are from birth warriors,
And poisoned by war
We sleep from the fight to the fight,
And do not wait for the fate of another.
Only with whom we, brothers, fight,
Do not you yourself,
And are we not now?
Falling asleep

Deaf brothers, a knife in the throat
A bunch of rabid dogs,
Torn to shreds, to bits,
And my business is tobacco.
What did you become human
Where is the vaunted mind of yours,
You hacked in a fierce battle,
Became a grave grass.

The Lord play the truth
Spent wood and destinies.
Yes lit a fire from
New people appeared ...
To defeat others and neighbors,
See pain and not suffer
Doomed to die
Learning to kill.

Where is our strength
Holy Russia, where is she?
Names changed all
Blood times.