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Гр.Ом. - Сербия в огне , Srbija u plamenu
На славянской земле полыхает огонь,
Наших братьев кровных слышен страшный крик.
Но в руках ружьё, и заряжен патрон,
И встаёт гордый серб на защиту родной земли.
А по улицам родным, на которых ты рос,
Там с мальчишками ты играл в войну.
Здесь впервые влюбился, девку на руках нёс.
И своих предков дом не отдашь никому.
Сербия в огне, пылает славянский дом.
Русь с тобой, братская Сербия,
Война - арийский наш долг.
Сербия в огне, крови своих сыновей.
Мы отомстим за тебя, наш брат,
Будет поражён иудей.
Белая Сербия, "Сербия - сербам", - мы повторяем с тобой,
Ведь связаны одной мы судьбой.
Белая Сербия, "Сербия - сербам", - мы повторяем с тобой,
Мы слышим твой крик, и мы чувствуем боль.
Но прошли времена, изменилась страна,
И повсюду орды грязных албанских зверей.
Не стучалась война, а без стука зашла
В твой дом, где кормила жена малых твоих детей.
И вспорхнула душа, лёгким оводом в небо,
Проплывая над улицами, где вы росли.
И ты себя проклинал, что рядом с нею не был
И не знал ты тогда, что случится беда.
Злость в глазах загорелась священным огнём,
Ты стоял и смотрел на сожжённый свой дом.
Губы тихо шептали проклятья врагам,
И ты стал на своей же земле партизан.
Сотни сербских бойцов ты увидел тогда
По знамёнами тигра Аркана.
И ты без стесненья обрушил свой праведный гнев
На слуг иудо-тирана.
Слава гордой независимой Сербии!
Thunder. - Serbia on fire, Srbija u plamenu
On Slavic land, fire is blazing,
Our blood brothers heard a terrible scream.
But in the hands of a gun, and loaded cartridge
And a proud Serb stands up to defend his native land.
And through the streets of your relatives where you grew up
There you played war with the boys.
Here I fell in love for the first time, I carried the girl in my arms.
And you can’t give your ancestors to anyone.
Serbia is on fire, a Slavic house is burning.
Russia with you, fraternal Serbia,
War is our Aryan duty.
Serbia is on fire, the blood of its sons.
We will avenge you, our brother,
A Jew will be struck.
White Serbia, "Serbia - to Serbs" - we repeat with you,
After all, we are bound by one fate.
White Serbia, "Serbia - to Serbs" - we repeat with you,
We hear your scream and we feel pain.
But the days have passed, the country has changed,
And everywhere there are hordes of dirty Albanian beasts.
War didn’t knock, but without knocking
In your house, where the wife of your small children fed.
And the soul fluttered, a light gadfly into the sky,
Sailing over the streets where you grew up.
And you cursed yourself for not being near her
And then you did not know that trouble would happen.
Anger in my eyes lit up with sacred fire
You stood and looked at your house burned down.
Lips softly whispered curses to enemies
And you became partisans on your own land.
Hundreds of Serbian fighters you saw then
According to the tigers of the Arcana tiger.
And without hesitation you brought down your righteous anger
On the servants of a Judeo-tyrant.
Glory to the proud independent Serbia!
On Slavic land, fire is blazing,
Our blood brothers heard a terrible scream.
But in the hands of a gun, and loaded cartridge
And a proud Serb stands up to defend his native land.
And through the streets of your relatives where you grew up
There you played war with the boys.
Here I fell in love for the first time, I carried the girl in my arms.
And you can’t give your ancestors to anyone.
Serbia is on fire, a Slavic house is burning.
Russia with you, fraternal Serbia,
War is our Aryan duty.
Serbia is on fire, the blood of its sons.
We will avenge you, our brother,
A Jew will be struck.
White Serbia, "Serbia - to Serbs" - we repeat with you,
After all, we are bound by one fate.
White Serbia, "Serbia - to Serbs" - we repeat with you,
We hear your scream and we feel pain.
But the days have passed, the country has changed,
And everywhere there are hordes of dirty Albanian beasts.
War didn’t knock, but without knocking
In your house, where the wife of your small children fed.
And the soul fluttered, a light gadfly into the sky,
Sailing over the streets where you grew up.
And you cursed yourself for not being near her
And then you did not know that trouble would happen.
Anger in my eyes lit up with sacred fire
You stood and looked at your house burned down.
Lips softly whispered curses to enemies
And you became partisans on your own land.
Hundreds of Serbian fighters you saw then
According to the tigers of the Arcana tiger.
And without hesitation you brought down your righteous anger
On the servants of a Judeo-tyrant.
Glory to the proud independent Serbia!