Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Джомолунгма

Hey brother! Do not rush, kill me!
Both of us, gave birth to mother.
We both grew the sky,
Hey brother! I am the same as you are rich.
Faithful sword, yes crimson cloak,
Yes krayuha, rye bread ...

Our wounds will not heal,
Even after thousands of years ...
The gods are right because they are eternal,
And for them, we simply do not have ...

  (Chorus:)
  Gray dust will become Chomolungma,
  Oceans dry to the bottom ...
  Our blood and tears will be in the cup,
  Like a drop of red wine ...

Hey brother! We were taught that there is no pain,
What a handful of gold coins.
You can become executioners
Hey brother! These people lied to us.
You and I, desecrated the temple
Fighting swords ...

And behind us are the stones of the universe,
With the names of the dead gods ...
And the flowers grow on the battlefield,
On the bones of the dead regiments ...

  (Chorus:)
  Gray dust will become Chomolungma,
  Oceans dry to the bottom ...
  Our blood and tears will be in the cup,
  Like a drop of red wine ...

How many centuries, the people of the beast set us off,
Those whom we reaped death believing.
That God was with us and shed blood
This is a payment for holy, not vicious love.

A flock of chopped flesh, fun and scary,
Millions died in hand-to-hand death.
The earth groaned and lay on it
Crescent and Cross, under the hooves of horses.

And screamed death exulting:
Aliluya! Aliluya! Aliluya! Aliluayayayayayayaya!

  (Chorus:)
  Gray dust will become Chomolungma,
  Oceans dry to the bottom ...
  Our blood and tears will be in the cup,
  Like a drop of red wine ...
  Our blood and tears will be in the cup,
  Like a drop of red wine ...

Hey brother! Do not rush to kill me!
Both of us, mother gave birth,
Both of us, the sky grew ...