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And porvёm to shreds, praising the Lord
13 years ago, when published the CD "We - Russian. Jeanne Bichevskaya sings songs Gennady Ponomarev, "unlikely to pounce geostrategic forgotten icons Russian country someone occurred to be taken seriously. But today, when the first part of the predictions come true, and the Black-Hundred-fofudenosnaya vocabulary writer firmly established on federal channels as a new state language song "Kulikovo Field" from the album worth pereslushat carefully. If not to know the future (it is unlikely the author knows the song better than any other pique vests), then, at least, to understand what the picture of the world in the minds of those who are now trying to implement projects is sung in ballad.
Moving banners in the morning mist,
Soon shall the firmament from the battle,
Russian Field of Glory, the field of battle Russian,
Field of Russian life - conquered death!
Since we have lived up to this, my friends?
Russia groans under the weight of the black locust,
So again take up arms Russian,
So again get Russian swords!
Antiworld vzzhigaet new fires,
Glorious city MOSH them again taken,
New Europe, new Khazars,
New mum - Homeland threaten!
Holy Russia will be strong and free,
And the strength of the Russian shudder Satan,
Rise again among the squads legitimate King,
Kulikov field will be the whole country.
Overflow force beseeching voice,
Thunder over the world famous Russian hour,
Will host the Holy Saviour again with the banner,
Kulikovo Field ahead of us.
In a terrible day of reckoning we eyebrows frowned
And Whisk vampires from the body of the whole country,
And there will be areas, camps and prisons,
All the enemies of Russia will be executed!
We overtake the enemy in his own trail
And tear to shreds, praising the Lord,
Kulikovo Field - Russian victory,
Kulikovo Field - Russian land!
Russia returns the Russian Sevastopol,
Will once again be Russian Crimean peninsula,
Our sovereign Bosphorus, Constantinople our
And holy peace of Jerusalem!
And to spite the Masons and other villains,
Those who are Christians to malice boils,
Kulikovo Field recall and prozreem,
And we will link this shrine!
And where would neither was I, and where no food,
At the heart of the Orthodox Homeland field,
Kulikovo Field - Russian victory,
Kulikovo Field - Russian land!
Moving banners in the morning mist,
Soon shall the firmament from the battle,
Russian Field of Glory, the field of battle Russian,
Field of Russian life - conquered death!
Since we have lived up to this, my friends?
Russia groans under the weight of the black locust,
So again take up arms Russian,
So again get Russian swords!
Antiworld vzzhigaet new fires,
Glorious city MOSH them again taken,
New Europe, new Khazars,
New mum - Homeland threaten!
Holy Russia will be strong and free,
And the strength of the Russian shudder Satan,
Rise again among the squads legitimate King,
Kulikov field will be the whole country.
Overflow force beseeching voice,
Thunder over the world famous Russian hour,
Will host the Holy Saviour again with the banner,
Kulikovo Field ahead of us.
In a terrible day of reckoning we eyebrows frowned
And Whisk vampires from the body of the whole country,
And there will be areas, camps and prisons,
All the enemies of Russia will be executed!
We overtake the enemy in his own trail
And tear to shreds, praising the Lord,
Kulikovo Field - Russian victory,
Kulikovo Field - Russian land!
Russia returns the Russian Sevastopol,
Will once again be Russian Crimean peninsula,
Our sovereign Bosphorus, Constantinople our
And holy peace of Jerusalem!
And to spite the Masons and other villains,
Those who are Christians to malice boils,
Kulikovo Field recall and prozreem,
And we will link this shrine!
And where would neither was I, and where no food,
At the heart of the Orthodox Homeland field,
Kulikovo Field - Russian victory,
Kulikovo Field - Russian land!
