Текст песни Н.Расторгуев, И.Ургант - Батька Махно

Muses. John Lennon and Paul McArtney
Sl. Alexander Shaganov.

Father Makhno looks out the window
The yard is dark-dark
At the post the monk stands barely on his feet
The monastery sleeps, the village is sleeping
Moss fight against glass
Stars shine and the moon, and in the neighborhood there is silence

Dead with braids along the roads are
Along the roads stand along the roads
This is the work of the Red Devils,
Red Devils, Red Devils
Dead with braids threw the king
They cast off the king, threw the king
The scarlet dawn was engaged.
Scarlet Dawn, Scarlet Dawn