Текст песни минусок - рабочий Ф

And once again I see the sunset in front of him,
And not yelling our battalion and not calling to go into battle.
I cut with a knife on a wooden bar of your name.
We boys were sitting on the loose, black soil,
And remember friends who died in the war.
And we think about one thing, that one of us is a bullet in the temple.

Chorus:

The war - endless shooting over his head,
And lying in the damp earth, my friend.
Talesman I clench tightly in his hand,
Quietly weeping in the moonlight.

I write to you, I "understand" that's not my fault there,
That there is no way back to me, I myself would like to go.
And I ask about one of the most expensive,
I love my keep.
We have to fight tomorrow, serious and fatal,
And it will be again our blood spill River.
And if you survive, you expect me to expensive home.

Chorus (2 times)

The war - endless shooting over his head,
And lying in the damp earth, my friend.
Talesman I clench tightly in his hand,
Quietly weeping in the moonlight.