Текст песни Воздушная тревога - Расстрел

I wanted to hear a kind word
I wanted to look into your eyes.
But the path from the threshold calls me again,
Something warm rolling down the cheeks.

In the morning execution.

I looked into the darkness - emptiness outside the window.
The shot will soon be heard, I am a protruding forehead ...
Will fall in the dirt face, I will smell the rain blood,
Something warm rolling down the cheeks ...