Дмитрий Никитин - Мобилизация от 17.09.12 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The regime writes for us the same handwriting, only different words. Krymsk is crossing the karakules, it crosses the cushione with others, the third Sayano-Shushenskaya ... We are shut off with airplanes, buses, trains, villages. Now the whole map of the country is marked with Russian blood. And they are engaged in some kind of “lawmaking”, and when they voiced the next decree-we see only a bad translation from a foreign language to us, these are these decrees. Many have already broken, stumbled and stopped even dreaming of human life. They can only repeat, they set up that “when the end will come, but how can it be” ... The end of this, of course, will come, he will come to everything. The question is, with you, or without you. Will your mother with your father see their end or go to the next world in Yarm? Do you decide whether to pull your children this bloody strap to the grave, or to be free, healthy and wealthy? Only you are in the answer, how much more to dance under this Jewish liberal whip. It is necessary once and for all to understand that the beginning of their end can come only from you, starting with your way of contact. And if you recall the words “Parabellum”, “Folk militia”, “Kvachkov” - know that this is the sound of your conscience, the sound of your freedom, and this is an order to contact.