КЕДР - Как закалялась сталь Заряд - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So burn me to white heat

Then put under the hammer, which flatten the body in the thickness of the sheet

Throw the Urals in the snow, and like the skin is white,

Now you know how steel is tempered here

You cool me to trembling

Let the stream of seething cold cold

On the hand, lower the charm to this land

Now you know how steel is tempered here

lay in littered mines and only a whisper of drops cracked us in gas adits

Until we were chosen by an underground worker with a strange surname Etinashans,

Dawn mountains were waiting for us, their snowy peaks behind the black side of the wagons

Supporting tapes are a quiet whisper, grumbling champing the press, and trance.

Brandsboyt was washed the stream from the dirt, we longed to become the hardest of local metals, and we sees fate, we became for them, the fogs Noiri intended the path tightly.

And here we are here, which means that there are not a few in life in life,

And that means we were in charge of the rage of the males of the bloody, which in color is like mercury

there is no place for strangers, days and nights Martin

The two substances, steel, slag from

it was warming in us, among the smoked walls

The rot climbed out of scraps, while all with an admixture and did not hit,

While our outskirts, as a rat with flutes, went to slaughter,

We yelled into the darkness of these long night transitions, give strength, fire!

to be unquenchable in the darkness when they pour out slopes on the shoulders

You touch us so that we are hardened, scorched by a hand from smoke, touch us.

Our hardening went differently and the data can be attributed to the nuances of the process

We were thrown into different vats, directing the supply of O2 and adding coal

Only judicial claims, interest, calculation of motivation, prostration, were waiting for some

booze, incest, protests in the kitchens, others by the will of fate, cups, loop

I still do not know what happened to the parts of the seemingly common shave of the alloy

But those who were a stronghold, support, were rotten like in the mud of an okhpka receipts

And although we were not the very first, though, but we retained our firmness

Between the thin balance of district dugouts and white space stations.

The press falls loudly

into a hot chest

Far to the peaks

Truden Step, the winding of the path

Let Burleske finish

We saw the way

in the collection of Prutiev Fashin

gossip and murmur suddenly became inaccessible

The thin stem of the violet opened his leaves by directing the box office

We are drawn by the beauties of this earth rose from the stamp and croaked into the distance

You so enthusiastically dug who we are and where, so listen to the story

Know from now on the secrets of how steel is born in the north in the north