Crimson glow tightened horizon,
Smoke eats eyes and shoulders burns clothes.
If we are thrown into battle, then the front
It is cracking at the seams and all of us are hoping.
The infantry, maybe, will leave the lines
Under the onslaught of imperial armored vehicles,
But we with you, cat, will not run:
We are not used to running from work!
Someone carpentry, bake bread and trade,
But we can not distinguish ourselves in a peaceful matter:
After all, we were taught to kill you,
Here in this craft we succeeded.
Only once a year, removing camouflage.
At other times an endless drill
Fisuke, fire and statutes.
All this took us to the core,
It penetrated into the flesh and became our essence.
A cat can both win and die.
Someday our bullet will whistle!
We are not immortal, just giving life away
Agree, having exchanged for nine lives!
The purple glow tightens the horizon,
Smoke eats the eyes and burns the interior until vomiting ...
The war cat is nowhere to be lost,
And it will never be without work!
Crimson glow tightened horizon,
And the rumble of rifts is heard in the distance.
The path of war is the Fighting Cat
And he will not fail in any trouble!
And on the emblem the Beast tushes the fangs,
And the forged boot raises dust.
The heavy bayonets clap on their hips, -
And the Cat lives all the troubles in spite of.
Taken from the site https://mychords.net/
He is happy, he is dead, as the sun is glad,
And he laughs, getting up into the fight,
Do not fail reliable machine,
And next to each other, he will shield himself.
The earth burns like a match in the wind,
And the cities are glowing with a glow,
The Fighting Cat is going, as at a review,
And do not turn off the road never.
War is the blessing of the earth,
War - for adventure campaign,
Alai Duke leads us forward,
The Militant Cat will not disappear anywhere!
The horizon is tightened with a crimson haze,
The grass is soiled in gore,
On the field wounded lies the Cow Cat
And grins, bared fangs ...
Frosty day, the smoke curls in the sky,
And the flag of the enemy, to hell, trampled with him.
Knee-cat
And grins - with one weapon!
The crackling of the flame, the smoke in the green sky,
From soot, gunpowder became gray white snow.
In combat, the brother becomes another
And do not care about pain, death and sin!
The haze of a bloody morning froze,
To you is the fire, the enemy's armor,
Fighting Cat, knowing your death is near,
So to hell with it! Back off, hag!
And fuck, us, suicide bomber!
We'll lie down a bit and come to life again,
We will not be stopped by the line of fire,
No radiation, no other garbage!
The road to hell is still closed to us,
While the rat is not over the line!
The Duke forbids us to die!
So there is a road ahead!
Somnki, bro, fangs on the Adam's Adam's Adam's apple,
Kohl is a machine gun and flamethrower!
Go to the tank though with a bayonet blade,
The Soldier Cat is nowhere to be lost!
there are 2 more couplets, but they can not be sung soberly and especially with women