Текст песни Михаил DR.Death Скворцов - Он вырастет тем, кто умрет на войне

Verse 1:
Closed walls, the roof is closed
Closed fingers crossed days
Killed animals, rotting mouse
Damn people baptized stumps

The stench of faith and religion invisibility
To leave the world without sight into reality
Porkyshki burning, cooling apartments
And in the windows transparent raves banality

Chorus:
And it could have been much different
But our pain into joy crowd
The apartments are neglected child is not crying
He grows up those who die in war (x4)

Verse 2:
Close to the garden I look at open spaces
And see all the things that was so great
Locked life gets out into the gaps
But knows that the world outside is dangerous

And coming from the garden I hang all the noun (h) of
Killed people killed on the ground
A glance becomes weighty obesity
And the dead do not tell me lies

Chorus:
And it could have been much different
But our pain into joy crowd
The apartments are neglected child is not crying
He grows up those who die in war (x4)

Verse 3:
And one will fall prostrate hero
And shout & quot; The people will fight yet! & Quot;
And flee who forward who home
And every man with a gun battle last

And so it could continue infinitely
One hundred thousand human generations and years
But the war brought nothing but death, and probably
The answer to the question & quot; We shall live?! & Quot; is & quot; No ... & quot;

Chorus:
And it could have been much different
But our pain into joy crowd
The apartments are neglected child is not crying
He grows up those who die in war (x8)