Текст песни Бронебойный смысл - Письмо

Here, only the dust and old notes
Among the shabby pictures - letter Deniska
With trembling hands, his time drew
Brought his eyes to the letter, "hello" from his grandfather, he fought
"How's My Motherland dawn unique?
Your life - it is a feat clearly perceptible
Light at the end of the tunnel, in the hospital, I
Do not be afraid to not be sad, I always beside you
It is a pity that not Svidan - all this is for you "
I looked at the letter - "I have to be true!"
All those words that imperishable ..
War as a point of no return to life
Falls erasing the boundary flags, the days and the person
Shells like crooked teeth giants
Plunged in the face of the earth shrapnel trenches

Cold trenches, trenches and shells
Flying one-touch soap so it is necessary to
I press to my grandfather, I feel your breath
Letter clamped in his fist, I felt suffering

This war has long conducted other weapons
I can not hear the rattle of swords - they have long been forgotten in the scabbard
Feet of young children shuffling through the track
Poor people, forgotten by Russia
Diagnosis of you - alcohol and violence
Bescilie - here it is my path
I for myself do not warrant, which I still have you?
What an example to show? What is patriotism?
Pour-on, namohnu stoparik, what are you hanging?
War as the point of no return to life
Falls erasing the boundary flags, the days and the person
Shells like crooked teeth giants
Plunged in the face of the earth shrapnel trenches