Текст песни Непомнящий - Солдат

Again the fire, and poor world
Lit burns
By the fault of all those who slept
On the night of the post, as if in Paradise,
As in the resort, where there is no wind of black holes.

It's my fault,
Your fault,
What does not wait for a guy girl, son - mother
Again -
And depart from death from black aircraft
He is our Stalingrad,
Belgrade or Baghdad -
And holy soldiers.
And the rights of soldiers.

People are less and less: zero zero
From the bank accounts of people one by one.
And sweet gas from nonsense darkness
Crawling in the world twilight towards dawn.
Land alive so far and birds will arrive,
For just so, to all guilty and alive,
But in memory of us, a sunny wind drives smoke -
We's not us alive and stopped hell,
And holy soldiers and the rights of soldiers,
What defended Stalingrad,
Belgrade, Baghdad.
And holy soldiers
And holy soldiers.