Son, don't go into the woods alone There's a bad bear, there's a mean wolf I'm not afraid of either the bear or the wolf The bear is my uncle, the wolf is my brother She will be waiting for you Children will cry bitterly Let the wife not shed bitter tears God help children without dad Woe to grieve, to shed tears There are crows in the sky Don't grieve and weep, mother What will be, will not be
[Chorus: Noganno & Sophie] Barrel for the belt I have a hundred brothers with me - a spikelet to a spikelet Barrel for the belt Fiery wheel overhead Barrel for the belt Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack Barrel for the belt I will wash my blood with white dew
[Verse 1: Noggano] Here on the very outskirts Everyone believes in truth - that there is no paradise I do not know how it should be and how it is correct I beg you, do not feel your heart, become stone Hey! Hut on fire, temple on fire People sleep and snoring is heard Brothers-robbers, barrel by belt And consumables in reserve There will be rams, then there will be a massacre After all, the pain in my soul, God knows when it hurts Mother Widowed Too Early War comes, brother, to take its own Which have not be avoided Execute me to executioner, to have mercy on God Shutters on windows, bolted doors At forty forties, the time has come Barrel for the belt
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Noggano] Let eternity call the sons and this eternal call Their lives melt like candles in images Yesterday in a dream I saw death and a forest of crosses Today it became clear that it was a prophetic dream The checker whistles - head off the shoulders Stopped, stopped and will continue to whip the whip Five barrels, there will be five barrels They will sing in chorus a hundred trunks a song like at the table Under the hood, a herd of black horses The herd followed him - a column of dust, but the earth is burning The brothers stood up as one for one in full growth Death took hold of the scythe - a fierce mowing began Spikelet to a spikelet In an open field, surrounded by black forests Dad and his brothers fell asleep here an eternal sleep And a hundred sons came to avenge them The lyrics gave my chills
Lyrics: Do not go sonny to the woods, lonely - There is an angry bear, there is a dire wolf! I'm not afraid here - neither a bear nor a wolf. The bear is my uncle, the wolf is my brother. She will be waiting for you, the child will cry bitterly! The wife does not shed bitter tears, God will help the children without dad. Woe, grieve, shed tears, there are crows in the sky. Woe, do not grieve and do not cry mother, which will be inevitable The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet. The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head. The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack. A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew. Here, on the very outskirts, everyone believes As in the truth that there is no paradise. And I do not know how it should be and how it is more correct I beg: heart, do not feel - become stone! Hey! The hut is on fire, the temple is on fire. People are sleeping and snoring is heard. Brothers-robbers, barrel by belt And consumables in reserve. There will be rams, it means there will be a massacre, After all, only a warrior knows the pain in his soul. Mother became a widow too early. War comes, brother, to take its own. Which have not be avoided. Execute me, executioner, mercy on God! Shutters on windows, bolted doors, At forty forties, the deadline came, the trunk by the belt. The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet. The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head. The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack. A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew. Eternity on the road calls the sons and this is the Eternal call. Their lives melt like candles in images. Yesterday in a dream I saw death and the glitter of crosses. Today it became clear that it was a Prophetic dream! The checker hangs down, the head from the shoulders. Stopped, stopped and will continue to flog the whip! There will be five barrels, five barrels. A hundred trunks will sing a song in chorus, as if at a table. There is a herd of black horses under the hood. The herd followed him, dust like a column and the ground burning. The brothers stood up, one by one in full growth. Death took hold of the scythe, a fierce mowing began. A spikelet to a spikelet, in an open field, Surrounded by black forests. Dad and his brothers fell asleep here with Eternal Sleep, And a hundred sons came to avenge them. The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet. The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head. The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack. A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew. The trunk is for the belt. The trunk is for the belt. The trunk is for the belt. A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew.
@@helio6148these lyrics are a bit wrong, it’s not “trunk for the belt” but “gun under the belt/gun behind the belt” the words they use in this song mostly are street words. For example in English you call a gun “a piece”
Don’t understand a word but I love it.
Son, don't go into the woods alone
There's a bad bear, there's a mean wolf
I'm not afraid of either the bear or the wolf
The bear is my uncle, the wolf is my brother
She will be waiting for you
Children will cry bitterly
Let the wife not shed bitter tears
God help children without dad
Woe to grieve, to shed tears
There are crows in the sky
Don't grieve and weep, mother
What will be, will not be
[Chorus: Noganno & Sophie]
Barrel for the belt
I have a hundred brothers with me - a spikelet to a spikelet
Barrel for the belt
Fiery wheel overhead
Barrel for the belt
Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack
Barrel for the belt
I will wash my blood with white dew
[Verse 1: Noggano]
Here on the very outskirts
Everyone believes in truth - that there is no paradise
I do not know how it should be and how it is correct
I beg you, do not feel your heart, become stone
Hey! Hut on fire, temple on fire
People sleep and snoring is heard
Brothers-robbers, barrel by belt
And consumables in reserve
There will be rams, then there will be a massacre
After all, the pain in my soul, God knows when it hurts
Mother Widowed Too Early
War comes, brother, to take its own
Which have not be avoided
Execute me to executioner, to have mercy on God
Shutters on windows, bolted doors
At forty forties, the time has come
Barrel for the belt
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Noggano]
Let eternity call the sons and this eternal call
Their lives melt like candles in images
Yesterday in a dream I saw death and a forest of crosses
Today it became clear that it was a prophetic dream
The checker whistles - head off the shoulders
Stopped, stopped and will continue to whip the whip
Five barrels, there will be five barrels
They will sing in chorus a hundred trunks a song like at the table
Under the hood, a herd of black horses
The herd followed him - a column of dust, but the earth is burning
The brothers stood up as one for one in full growth
Death took hold of the scythe - a fierce mowing began
Spikelet to a spikelet
In an open field, surrounded by black forests
Dad and his brothers fell asleep here an eternal sleep
And a hundred sons came to avenge them
The lyrics gave my chills
Sheesh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cold Ass Lyrics
Coldest song for a UFC entrance
Nice entrance song by petr.
I was mad he didn't come out with this against Sean O'Mally smh
Same but i do like his new song tho
The Champ is back
ПЕТР МЫ С ТОБОЙ!!!ТЕБЕ ПРИВЕТ ОТ ЛИПЕЦКИХ!!!
Climb back champ, i know you belong there💪🏼
Our Siberian guy entered the fight with a leg injury and won the fight against the Chinese gangster. Siberian character!
do cowboy cerrone next!
Can you do TJ's
Good idea
You should do Anthony Pettis’s UFC 229 entrance.
Can you post Sean O'Malley UFC 248 walkout song lupe fiasco superstar next
Can you do Alexander Volkov (zima mama 25/17)
You should do Tj Dillishaws
Can you do Chuck Liddell dmx intro?
Can you do Nate Diaz's (UFC 244) one
I dont understand anything the words... But i like it
Lyrics: Do not go sonny to the woods, lonely -
There is an angry bear, there is a dire wolf!
I'm not afraid here - neither a bear nor a wolf.
The bear is my uncle, the wolf is my brother.
She will be waiting for you, the child will cry bitterly!
The wife does not shed bitter tears, God will help the children without dad.
Woe, grieve, shed tears, there are crows in the sky.
Woe, do not grieve and do not cry mother, which will be inevitable
The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet.
The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head.
The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack.
A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew.
Here, on the very outskirts, everyone believes
As in the truth that there is no paradise.
And I do not know how it should be and how it is more correct
I beg: heart, do not feel - become stone!
Hey! The hut is on fire, the temple is on fire.
People are sleeping and snoring is heard.
Brothers-robbers, barrel by belt
And consumables in reserve.
There will be rams, it means there will be a massacre,
After all, only a warrior knows the pain in his soul.
Mother became a widow too early.
War comes, brother, to take its own.
Which have not be avoided.
Execute me, executioner, mercy on God!
Shutters on windows, bolted doors,
At forty forties, the deadline came, the trunk by the belt.
The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet.
The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head.
The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack.
A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew.
Eternity on the road calls the sons and this is the Eternal call.
Their lives melt like candles in images.
Yesterday in a dream I saw death and the glitter of crosses.
Today it became clear that it was a Prophetic dream!
The checker hangs down, the head from the shoulders.
Stopped, stopped and will continue to flog the whip!
There will be five barrels, five barrels.
A hundred trunks will sing a song in chorus, as if at a table.
There is a herd of black horses under the hood.
The herd followed him, dust like a column and the ground burning.
The brothers stood up, one by one in full growth.
Death took hold of the scythe, a fierce mowing began.
A spikelet to a spikelet, in an open field,
Surrounded by black forests.
Dad and his brothers fell asleep here with Eternal Sleep,
And a hundred sons came to avenge them.
The trunk is for the belt. With me a hundred brothers, a spikelet to the spikelet.
The trunk is in the belt, the wheel hovers over the head.
The trunk is for the belt. Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack.
A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew.
The trunk is for the belt.
The trunk is for the belt.
The trunk is for the belt.
A trunk for a belt, I will wash off the blood with white dew.
@@helio6148these lyrics are a bit wrong, it’s not “trunk for the belt” but “gun under the belt/gun behind the belt” the words they use in this song mostly are street words. For example in English you call a gun “a piece”
DO DILLASHAWS NEXT PLS :)
🔥🇷🇺👊👑
Could you do Derrick Lewis’ walkout song
Dominick the dominator cruz walkout please :)
dominick "the prelims" cruz
The National Anthem for Russian Fighters
Bro this shit smacks
Can you do Cyril Gane & Derrick Lewis ufc 265 walkout songs
Please do no sunshine by DMX for Anderson Silva
Can u do Leon Edwards
Marvin Vettori next plz
0:56
Can you do Ben Askren's walkout music.
Pls Next Jose Aldo's walk on or Nate Diaz walk in by UFC 263 with only DMX-The Rain. Or Charles Oliveira walk in. 🙏🏻
Can u do Leon Edwards ufc 263 walkout song? The song is called shabba modda pot.
bum, got koed by diaz
@@thecount1 lol, nah i love diaz, that's my man
do alexender volkov ..pleasee
Do bisping man
Someone translate
The main part of the song, a spikelet by the belt, supposedly by the belt ufc
Aldo run this town and Faber Cali love
Я проигрываю весь альбом в своем танке, освобождая своих братьев и сестер, убивая всех этих наци… Черт!