Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Ва-Ва-Ва

There is nothing to breathe the smoke
I want to close my eyes and go to sleep.
I do not want to see this mirage:
Reciprocating ringing, blood and courage.

And on top of crimson drops hail
On the lash with the whip and the enemy.
To enter this up to the sky with you friend.
Bay, dunce, and not lose!

Chopped Liver in black dust.
About indulgence we did not ask.
Here terror and death, tears and fight
Only a decent return home.

Apparently saber lay askew
And head on his shoulders more.
Now I aim, comrade, wait!
Spinning bullet. Barrel is threaded.

I also left the sky of freedom.
Strange feeling that the bright sun
This is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Polyhnet bloody fire.
Languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!

Vaughn bayonet pierced sunken chest.
But this is not enough. we must also rotate.
And by the nose splinter whistles
And in the body of another rib zahrustit.

Vaughn is dead. In the eyes of his fear.
Mushrooms grow quickly through the dust.
All this sort will frighten.
Life has not taught us to forgive.

Want to go to hell man?
Go to our squad will remember forever!
You do not live, you'll be like a shadow.
Just put on your vest buddy.
Baba your sleeping communist,
And you're in a war, then you are clean.
Holy burned in your heart.
With us you be - find another.

I also left the sky of freedom.
A strange feeling that the bright sun
This is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Polyhnet bloody fire.
Languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!

I also left the sky of freedom.
A strange feeling that the bright sun
This is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Polyhnet bloody fire.
Languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!