the tank of kovyryov will sound, and he will shout, you are free, brothers.te thoughts; the songs will not be at the pant service; the songs will be about freedom, apstalin friendship. this is our song bathed, and tomorrow he will shout to his brothers vitai from cup overflowing with the wrath of the lord. blood is pouring over the edge and the west is drowning in it; blood will flow into you, our friends and brothers , the slavic world. close closer. the unity heralded by the racle of our days may be welded together with iron and blood , but we will try to solder it with love, and then we will see that our love is stronger than the love of the archangel michael over the banner, the lip of the love of the proud eagle of the riot police, the love of the mother of god from the minsk coat of arms, the love of the sword of the kgmvd. love will warm us, shining in our harvested fields. and you are enemies, choose rave and run to your grave, we'll dance on it. the lively dance of our unity, the love of the presidential standard leads us into battle, the order has b