Текст песни EZ - На пороге войны

On the brink of war

Our weapons are apt word
Adoption as a given and firm speech
This bomb may fill any
But today is more important to protect shells
I am Che Guevara sleeping quarters
I am useless to the people Fidel
I utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My Revolution - Music

Without love, even the air is different
It is lacking in the spring
And without love one and all
On the brink of war

In the smell of smoke and tearing flesh
We did not just surprise overtook treason
But even in the ranks of the infantry dusty
There are persistent belief that the war is sacred
I am Che Guevara sleeping quarters
I am useless to the people Fidel
I utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My Revolution - Music

Without love, even the air is different
It is lacking in the spring
And without love one and all
On the brink of war

( On the brink of war
On the brink of war
oh-oh -oh )

All under the gun under green banners
For Any each other so the smell of ozone
You can not have too much courage in battle
Heroes are at the gates of Babylon
I am Che Guevara sleeping quarters
I am useless to the people Fidel
I utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My Revolution - Music

Without love, even the air is different
It is lacking in the spring
And without love one and all
On the brink of war

( On the brink of war
On the brink of war
oh-oh -oh
on the threshold
on the threshold
On the threshold of the threshold
on the threshold of a pas paroge
on the threshold
on the threshold
On the threshold of the threshold
on the brink of war pas paroge )