Текст песни Кад Годдо - Антивоенная

It was not the sword that would not hand
And do not hack probably
Then it would stay clean steel
And would the body be treasured .

 I thought, God , - but it is bleached .
 Oh, if you go straight,
 Do not see the broad bowls of wine
 Where happiness is where the poison ;

Do not be trouble as soon helped b ,
But most do not have faith.
I shoot up ; We skies svolokli
On the ground , on the ground.

 Were squad began to notice a fighter
 Which pissed away ,
 That God knows how many years looking for the end ,
 The end of everything used conceived .