Ультрас - Фанат футбола - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Cutting rules, only you need to edit

only for the idea, only for their own and only right,

To put your yellow-blue flag above three colors, despite the whole on the TV, everything is different.

On hate couples on patriotism couples,

He kills the left, because the country is obliged to life,

He kills the left for the team, for the tribunes,

By giving them yourself while someone thumps in clubs.

Today he is at the desk, tomorrow he goes to the sector,

Today he has a jacket, tomorrow is a lacker and cap.

Today it is like everything, today there is a joy of joy,

Tomorrow the enemy in the dirt, tomorrow in the blood of all Lonsdale.

Without it, without this, he himself is not his own,

All these banners, their charges behind their backs,

They do not understand them, they do not catch them, their more than a million, they are proud of the team, they breathe stadiums.

Blow, still kick, white-blue, white-red, ohus and point he becomes dangerous

OSB, Alliance, cries Fire Play on the field.

And in the area now the side bypass,

to exit spending more than new clothes, and new friends, and everything will not be since before

By closing the eyes to the fact that the fireman burns his hand, but the spectacle that will be so captivated by the Spirit.

Nazism, more nationalism,

For this coat of arms on his chest will be apprecored

For a new idea, soldier of the country, he displays the old flag, red from the blood.

No swastika, mein kampf - no, no fascism,

Folded on the throat all these pseudo-patriotism,

So many fakes, so many fakes on the stands,

If you have a hand to heart, Pozover to the top!