Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Моя война

Socialist paradise
Dusty road to the front.
Powder whether the shock is shy away,
Tsar-pea da in the garden.
Powder whether the shock is shy away,
Tsar-pea da in the garden.
Capitalist hell
The field is how the wind-bea.
Old icon yes to a new salary,
On armor granite dust.
This is my war with those who do not care
Who will sleep tomorrow, piercing the needle.
It's my fault! Someone broke the wine,
Someone decided to edit the last fight again
There, behind the wall.
Burst copper meridian,
Weeping scales,
Jumped the sleeve, split the glass,
Flashed at the goal of the Casov.
Every fighter in the spring
I want to leave Demob.
In the post to a soldier death comes in a dream
Through the body armor on the chest.
In the post to a soldier death comes in a dream
Through the body armor on the chest.
So Rvi Ring, dawn on the pedal,
Remember the forgotten verse!
Asphalt is not laid on the road,
Cards are lying and no compass.
This is my war with those who do not care
Who will sleep tomorrow, piercing the needle.
It's my fault! Someone broke the wine,
Someone decided to edit the last fight again
There, behind the wall.