Текст песни Ultras - pravim

For a moment a touch could feel
Like a vision of an angel
Has our love and desire disappeared forever?
Always longing to have you near
Feel the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall.

Отсеиванья правил только свои нужно править,
только за идею, только за своих и только правых,
Свой жёлто-синий флаг ставить выше триколора, несмотря на то, что на ТВ все воют по-другому.
На парах ненависти, на порах патриотизма,
Он убивает левых, ведь стране обязан жизнью,
Он убивает левых за команду, за трибуны,
Отдавая им себя пока кто-то бухает в клубах.
Сегодня он за партой, завтра он идёт на сектор,
Сегодня у него пиджак, завтра Лакост и кепка,
Сегодня он как все, сегодня вокруг радость веет,
Завтра врага в грязь, завтра в крови весь Лонсдейл.
Без этого никак, без этого он сам не свой,
Все эти баннера свои, заряды за спиной,
Их не понять, их не поймать, их больше миллиона, ими гордится команда, ими дышат стадионы.

We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.

Удар, ещё удар, бело-синий, бело-красный, ОуЗБ и точка, он становится опасным,
ОуЗБ альянс, крики, Fair play на поле,
и на районе теперь стороной его обходят,
на выезд тратит больше, чем на новую одежду, и новые друзья, и всё не будет так, как прежде,
Закрыв глаза на то, что фаер обжигает руку, но зрелище, что будет, так захватывает дух.
Поменьше бы нацизма, больше национализма,
За этот герб на груди будет своими признан,
За новую идею солдат своей страны, его выводит старый флаг, красный от крови.
Свастики нет, Mein Kampf-нет, нет фашизму,
Сыты по горло всем этим псевдопатриотизмом,
Так много фейков, так много фейков на трибунах,
ЕСЛИ ТРУ РУКА К СЕРДЦУ, У ПОЗЕРОВ КВЕРХУ!

We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.

For a moment a touch could feel
Like a vision of an angel
Has our love and desire disappeared forever?
Always longing to have you near
Feel the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall.

Weed out rules only need to be corrected,
only for the idea, only for their own and only the right,
Set your yellow-blue flag above the tricolor, despite the fact that on TV everyone howls in a different way.
In pairs of hatred, in the midst of patriotism
He kills the left, because the country owes life
He kills the left for the team, for the stands,
Giving themselves to them while someone thumps in clubs.
Today he’s at his desk, tomorrow he’s going to the sector,
Today he has a jacket, tomorrow Lacoste and a cap,
Today he is like everyone else, today joy is blowing around
Tomorrow the enemy is in the mud, tomorrow the whole Lonsdale is in the blood.
Without it, without it, he is not his own,
All these banners are their own, charges behind their backs,
They cannot be understood, they cannot be caught, there are more than a million of them, the team is proud of them, the stadiums breathe them.

We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.

A blow, another blow, white-blue, white-red, OUZB and a point, it becomes dangerous,
OUZB alliance, screaming, Fair play on the field,
and now they’re bypassing him in the area,
he spends more on leaving than on new clothes, and new friends, and everything will not be the same as before,
Closing his eyes to the fact that the fire burns his hand, but the sight that will be is breathtaking.
Less Nazism, more Nationalism,
For this coat of arms on his chest will be recognized by his
For the new idea of ​​the soldiers of his country, he displays the old flag, red with blood.
No swastika, no Mein Kampf, no, no fascism,
Tired of all this pseudo-patriotism
So many fakes, so many fakes in the stands
IF TRU'S HAND TO THE HEART, AT LOSERS TOP!

We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.