Chase


Fatigue is forgotten,
    Swaying children,
    Again, hooves,
    As heart pounding.

    Chorus:

    And no, we rest,
    Gori, but live!
    Chase, chase,
    Chase, chase
    in hot blood.

    There are bullets in the revolver,
    And I must have time to
    Fight against enemies
    And to finish singing a song

    Chorus.

    As luck believe -
    And that's that.
    Yes wind live,
    Which in the face!

    Pripev.1968