Singer: December

In the fields of football fights, the earth is always hot
To us with the ball the enemy comes, but he will die from the ball.
The ball is a bullet in the head, not to remove, not to forget.
We score on everything except the desire to score.
What is God asking?
In other people's network the catch box, loves to wear.
Decoration of the head, is useless silence
Screaming and howling do not hide, there Is a Holy war, goes hunting for the ball.

The sun!
We again burn to the ground.
Beats in the heart of the blue arrow.
Of time know of our numbers.
Trust me!
World battle, world game!

We will not leave your city!
We will get!
We firmly hold the hands of our land!
We your songs ad dition!

Like once, I'm stuffy and gloomy.
Heart aches, does not find peace.
Night I dreamed of a bloody morning
And burned a wide field.
The children howl, swarm,
Look at the sky as the birds scored,
Waiting for an answer, why die
In a panic looking for a familiar face.


Dekabrya will not leave their cities!Sad cittanupassana

Everywhere is dancing the smell of fear and power
The smell of the beast all known breeds.
It all burns indiscriminately of the suit,
Washing the blood of the eternal mountains.
Instead of the heart - a mixture of fire and iron.
Instead will wish for hell.
But we'll get you back on the same place.
Our faith and love is not a barrier.


Dekabrya will not leave their cities!Sad tittiranonda war

For the sake of happiness, for the sake of ideas
I don't see at home, will not hug children?
For the sake of heaven, for the sake of sleep
Shattered my heart to pieces my spring?

I was dying here somewhere
I was dying somewhere near.
I was not moved by revenge,
Their perfumed garden.
From here the sound?
Why is there this smell?
And like they say in the hearing,
And at the same time on the feet...