Текст песни Botanic project - Снайпер

Sniper-simple Belarusian hero lives in me
He remembers how brightly burned fire in the eyes of our ancestors
We are gray everyday life closed in a huge fist
Let's fly on the caribbean, brother, on Goa Philosophical Bardak Shoot the slaves, your souls will be frozen in paradise
The department for some kind of struggle forbade singing my song
And at home warm, but at a party I will see myself
On our submarines again forgot to buy anchors.

Sniper is waiting for the order, it's not easy for him now,
No pain, no love, only a point blushes away
Sniper is waiting for the answer why in 17 years
No fear, no guilt, only laughter of someone else's war

A wanderer lives in me, a simple bearded man.
And they sleep raw foods. Again, they dream of a bloody kebab ended the song, but it remains a little bit of whose
The widow thickened, oh, her soul takes the sea
Everything will end bad for everyone except for children indigo
Don't look for me sister in captivity of the Orthodox Igo
And remember how before we wanted to make it
Medal for courage instead of the fighter received death.