Текст песни Бранимир - Раны поют

Crunch under steel heel
The heads of the formidable basurman.
Cradle with a funny tobacco
Smokes pitch chieftain.

Blown blown zhinku and Kosh,
Mother cheese is the land of all shelter.
And the crunch in the heart, like a knife ...
Silently your wounds sing.

In the gloomy barracks dawn,
Salazha in sleepy ranks.
Grandfather on Bosko beats the stool
To make it easier in battle.

So it goes, here's the case
Spirits are all nightmares and hit.
Grandfather beats them with everything not from evil -
These are his wounds singing!

Pioneer gagged,
Scarlet creeks on the pleive,
Young forehead in girlish sweat,
Cools the body in the grass.

An old man sits by the fire
Liver fries, whispers bai,
And not a cricket sang in the distance -
These are his wounds singing!

All eclipsed horses and plevak,
Made a furore on the judges ...
Well in the circle of rosy maidens
Sad young prosecutor?

Your delight, rolled,
Well, are you bitter yet?
As if on the barracks of ZK,
Silently your wounds sing ...

Crunch under steel heel
Heads ...
Cradle with a funny tobacco
Smokes pitch chieftain.