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A fragment from the movie 9 company: “Moscow time 22 hours, we start a concert according to your applications. Well, men, we shoot!”

1 verse:

You see it - on the left of NATO, on the right of the caliphate,

I must admit: both that and this mean hell.

Following the gay parades, alas, troops are already going on,

Without the will of God, the hair will not fall from the head.

White Guard, Red Army,

In the headphones of the fighter "King and the Jester" and "Aria",

Quote Guy Maria about ancestors and descendants,

In the hangars, fighters are already under the current,

Steel birds, your peaceful dream is designed to guard:

Yakovlev, Sukhoi, Mikoyan, Gurevich.

Fathers forged a sword so that their sons could save,

Culture, history, religion and speech.

Here is my area: identity against foreignogue,

Stand on their own, let them say this aggression,

How he sang "pilot" without cartridges, do not take a gun,

And the one who took a step will receive his heart.

Sagrada, irreconcilable and vague,

I like one for what others reproach,

And while rumors are dissolved by those who are not high,

Spirits protect my shores.

This is the music of the depths, the drum and the tambourine,

What people love is what they beat in a car or in a club,

Brutal theme, supercomplicated structure,

Rap mathematics, hip-hop architecture!

Chorus:

I devote it to everyone who saw their goals in the sight,

Who watered their assault chains with lead,

Who strangles a cry, keeping himself from himself

The moment when he once looked into the face of the fire.

This is for those who saw their goals in the sight,

Who watered their assault chains with lead,

Who strangles a cry, keeping himself from himself

The moment when he once looked into the face of the fire.

2 verse:

Donetsk coal pool, better even without people,

Nazi idea, behind which Jews,

The resources of Ukraine no longer belong to her,

And those who were against the ruins lie.

So fraternal peoples, if something remembers each other,

The enemy will show the river brodes at the sleeping villages,

There is no enjoyment in the world than the hatred of two brothers,

Although, more importantly the third, the one who decided to remove them.

Rarely when the tragedy is not imposed from the outside,

Puppets, with the silent majority.

A soldier walking in foliage towards autumn,

There will be spring in Novorossiya!

At the partisan frequency - we are resistance,

Here are those who believe and always have their own opinion.

As they say: "The best traditions of hip-hop."

Not for the sake of glossy pages, but for the trench.

Non -conformists, socialist realists,

Ernesto and Fidel sweeping the battles mode,

Let the singers sing past the notes for the sake of money,

Immortal Technique is building schools and hospitals.

In my blood is a tradition. In the eyes - a halfway.

Even the charter is always in the ranks of personnel.

Our rap is such. Military field.

In the situation as close as possible to the combat.

Chorus:

I devote it to everyone who saw their goals in the sight,

Who watered their assault chains with lead,

Who strangles a cry, keeping himself from himself

The moment when he once looked into the face of the fire.

This is for those who saw their goals in the sight,

Who watered their assault chains with lead,

Who strangles a cry, keeping himself from himself

The moment when he once looked into the face of the fire.