Lyrics Янка и Великие Октябри - Особый резон

On the distorted mouths
old-timers moles
You see a germ error
For myopic eyes
not believing stupid tears
The sand conveyor creeps

Until the hand remembers,
trembling brass knuckles
Calling oblique board
I'm at the door
Under the heel of the ceiling

At the entrance was an egg
or cool word
I'm looking for a face
A nightmare twitched -
newborn mason
Sings with me in unison

Winged wind in the distance
the tops of the rocks were singed
And here caresses the lawn
On that special reason
On that special department,
on that special regime
On that special reason

Convoy penetrated into the cracks
glue the windows with grass
We will be led to slaughter
The hero will cross himself,
a stepped apart system
Forward for the Motherland in battle

And the evil enemies will perish
who did not put on his boots
who did not say goodbye to himself
Who did not commit suicide?
All will be led to slaughter
On that special department,
on that special regime
On that special reason