Стих - Чеченец - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I don’t believe you that among the rocks, the evil Chechen crawls to the shore, sharpens his dagger .. Either the grandmother whispers .... everything to the turn, only Chechnya you knew little and its people ... He is beautiful and not weapons and not He is strong, he is struck by goldenness ..., hotter than blood, no one has a clean heart, here is a song about the Chechen of my brother !!!!!))