Singer: Contra

Know places not immediately familiar to me,
I think it's a distant farm.
Oh, you're a horse-you sly dog, where have you brought me?
There lives the maiden and the Garnier one.
She is slim like a poplar, very proud
But the horse will always drink, give oats.
And eyes name, but very obedient,
Her black, tight to the growth of the spit.
Here the familiar smoke and the heart suddenly Sabrosa,
I called her, but got it brother.
Told sister saswati,
It happened somewhere, six days ago.
And in my heart of a sudden storm priklyuchilos,
I'm at full speed rushed into the steppe ago.

And the fog is thick the wall is white,
The smell of withered grasses, on the steppes of floats.
And where I shall be, and what I do
I don't know, and no I do not understand
And where I shall be, and what I do
I don't know, and no I do not understand.

By car dear simpleton with a fat face,
On the Ponte all-all drunk and very proud
Under criminal he kanaet, fingers like a fan, bends,
But the hollows off what was happening.

A woman, a simpleton, a pure COP - pie to the thief
Kelechi, brother, moment, here's your office,
They need to stir up that ate the fish safely,
And Ramsey to RUB skillfully, that's what.

During the interrogation, Opera is also very much,
To take the bluff and see yourself shoot up - their ruins,
What will conout under thieves, life thieves don't know
And hollows do not discourage that.

Sit down STOs we ride - there is a show-off in the case,
Minuscule on hand to keep three breakouts safely,
Suit all twisting in butor awkward to carry,
With the right stiry forehead to go our not.

Show-off, a crappy show-off...
Them being girls, Fuckers and cops.
I print nowhere else to put
I can get you something to fill.

Walk to Golf, walking horse,
Free wind hits me in the face.
The old man will give the command: "fight!",
Sword unsheathed, unsheathed.

Night falls,
Stars will open the tent.
We rode a few miles,
Get a fire.
Our batko Makhno
The word will speak.
We will listen, drinking vodka,
Yes brothers live!

Oh, walk, walk,
While there is a soul.
One life, one life,
Have fun, mates!
Oh, walk, walk,
While the blood is hot.
One life and one death,
Cut from the shoulder!

Oh, what a wilderness,
Wide, wide!
How many songs can you sing
Road, Oh, the Daleks.
Our batko Makhno
Looks into the distance, sees far.
The steppe - our land, our native land,
The soul is easy.

Women are crying loudly, holding under a bridle.
But we have to be, I will step out!
Schaub with no commissioners and no whites!
Schaub gift of life is not sour, I'm ready to fight!
Sho life is not sour to the wind, be a person!
Because of the clouds the moon was out with the hammer -
So, will the harvest under the root,
The old man made a vow we're on the road!

A bullet flew by, a whirlwind burned.
Steppe all turned gray from the feather.
Somewhere life is still the village,
The freedom we got is endless!

Oh, give freedom, Maxim machine gun!
We do not know the Ford, but eager, brother, go ahead.
Left-right to roam - not for Cossack!
Our fact - checker, a steady hand!