Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Артиллерия бьёт по своим

We are in the trenches sit all together,
Artillery effort on his own,
This is our intelligence, probably,
Coordinates given incorrect.

Chorus:
Undershoot, hop, undershoot ...
According to its artillery hits.
White snow, dirty ice, black smoke,
Artillery has his! 2 times.

We want battalion commanders comfort:
You paratroopers Homeland loves
The forest is not cut, and the chips fly - by their artillery pounding!

Chorus.

Just as in the second verse of the last line

We're in the trenches together sitting,
We smelled and fumes and smoke.
We must all - the same beat on someone else,
And they are - on their own, for birthmark.

Chorus:
Undershoot, hop, undershoot ...
That gap, and lost another platoon.
White snow, dirty ice, black smoke,
Artillery has his! 2 times.