Текст песни Роман Иноземцев - Снайпер

Somewhere the master drops bullet
Do not spare copper and fire,
To among familiar from childhood streets
This fool chose me.
Sharpens the trunk and brushes the oil blow,
Gently whispering, as in the night of his wife,
So that the barriers did not know this bullet
On the way from sniper to me.
Someone grinds the glass thinly
Puts in a row to an optical sight,
To felt the funeral
With a bold point in life and at the end.
About my home worrying,
For stretch marks he will measure thread
And two grenades will collect on the belt -
So, de, less to bury.
Equipped to go to soldiers,
For him, neighbors and friends
Year will work without salary -
If only a sniper survived, not me.
I have been lying, taking a tight stem,
The flesh will be heard, the blood will splash out of the live ...
I am a grass by a bush in my native land,
Well, he ...
Well, he will remain a stranger.