Текст песни Станислав Шатунов - Краски войны

What color is it?
He on the map is motley.
Scarlet rockets
Measure our versts.

What color is it?
He is on the map of the redhead.
Behind Kabul somewhere
Thunder Pandshera is heard.
What color is it?
He is on the map of the redhead.
Behind Kabul somewhere
Thunder Pandshera is heard.

BTR green,
Rear dust is flowing.
Snorkens,
Yellow our faces.

Table striped,
Streets are dangerous.
Black machine guns
Bullets Dark red.
Table striped,
Streets are dangerous.
Black machine guns
Puli - dark red.

Black soot smearing
Our comfort autumn,
And Baghrov seems to
Pakistan neighbor.

With a bullet, promoted
In gray temple
Friend with a friend scrubs
Catching the handful of the sand ...
With a bullet, promoted
In gray temple
Friend with a friend scrubs
Catching the handful of the sand ...

And December here is blue,
Hands drove knit.
On whiskey suddenly
Sednoy will lay out.

We are waiting for the spring green -
To the house your return,
So that water is student
At the porch wash.
We are waiting for the spring green -
To the house your return,
So that water is student
At the porch wash.

Women's lips,
What await us in Russia,
Omsk, Smolensk -
There is no more beautiful ...

So what kind of paints
More often meet here?
Life here is not a fairy tale
Not erected with us.
So what kind of paints
More often meet here?
Life here is not a fairy tale
Not erected with us.