Текст песни Юрий Шевчук - В бой

The bus extreme left
Burned all the lights
The night fell into a ditch,
Has closed time by itself
Old women pay combat
Those who died at dawn
They are not around for a long time
 
And I got into the fight

Death carried flowers
The dog was warming at the feet
I'm a god for a dog,
But the slave of his nakedness
Traces of the departed heroes
Gone the spring surf
They are not around for a long time

And I got into the fight
 
I'm all twisted nerve
My throat is the Bickford cord,
Which is torn from the onslaught of spheres,
The ones that I unfolded.
I am a poet of the setting day,
Too much I do not like.
If you, destiny, insult me
I'll just kill you!
I am a shepherd, I am a red wolf
I can not yield to training.
Pasu toothless slovoek regiment
And, of course, I marry them.
I, I am an electric chair
Too long you will not sit.
Yesterday I began to see the universe between my eyes,
Raising your earthly prestige.

I'm all alive
I fell thousands of times
Hundreds - cursed, hundreds - sung
And again I get up now.
I love a beautiful life
And our great dirt.
Who shakes - he can walk,
Who the coward - out of the cart vylaz!
I call bad - shit
And good - beauty.
And if I do not cut my mind,
Unpack his soul.
To hell with tears - they are melancholy
Our time does not stand a snot
Look, old man, on any puppy
He is faster than you and angry!