Текст песни ПК - Josephine

"We were looking for paradise - we went to hell," -
My soldier whispers quietly dying.
Souls fly into the sky of September
And all, my dear, in vain.

My Murat and I are confused lions
I feed the soldiers the ruins of Moscow.
Broken in the fight, standing among the ruins
And all this to you, moi Josephine.

Russians are like shadows, without beautiful phrases,
They die like ghosts, taking us away.
Quietly flying into the sky of September
And that's it, my dear, I ...

My Murat and I are confused lions
I feed the soldiers the ruins of Moscow.
Broken in the fight, standing among the ruins
And all this to you, moi Josephine.