Текст песни Герд Александров - Безжалостным маврам

In love, as in voyne-
We do not take prisoners
Fools could see
                                                  at least in the com
Terrible War traces

Injury to persons, and in the eyes
Shabby clothes and shower
And they want to see prisoners
What, finally, she was carrying?

Leaving will not be able
Stay-courage. Where do we get?
They throw themselves into the maelstrom
And then, in self-pity burn

Torment will not be cold
Neither winter nor the hearts of enemies
That would not only end the war
A soul is not left without a drain.

Look down, and there is water
Straying far
And you're trying to call out to her after,
But you hear the sound of bells.

You understand and hypochondria
What passed their position
No more of that war
Where am I in captivity, and the winner-you.

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