Текст песни В.Высоцкий feat Lucifer - Высокой Наводкой

High tip

Here you are not plain, here is Lasville, dear
Mountain Closed Circular Overview
And tears to the base of any small fry.
And you can turn into the bushes to relax,
But we choose the hard way:
On the tank right into the den of the enemy ...
And you can turn into the bushes to relax,
But we choose the hard way:
On the tank right into the den of the enemy ...

Who has not been here, who has not felt
Like hot metal breathing in your face
Blank, as if death is slapping on a sloth.
We’ll leave it aft
You, our dear friend,
We are waiting on the direct-fire radio.
We’ll leave it aft
You, our dear friend,
We are waiting on the direct-fire radio.