Текст песни Огнелёт - война война

war war

Bullet in the belly -
This is not Baden-Baden,
Not cognac with chocolate,
Not a kebab under the trees of the Gorsad,
Not on the window of seedlings.
For what?!
Everything was as it should -
Outfits, fashion, perfumes and lipsticks,
Slot machines
And here you go -

War war
War war war

Yes,
We all hawali
Shit with a shovel
But we liked it, we were glad -
We got nishtyaki and salaries,
And to the beat
Ass fluttered.
Yeah
Now other layouts,
Now soldiers are running through the streets.
And it's too late to debate -
Who's guilty?

War war
War war war

The sun
And eternal spring
And insatiable love, and passion
In the morning and until late
All this is unconditional
Will stay with you.
In short rare dreams.

War war
War war war