Текст песни Springson - Командир

Needless to wait
There is no need to wait
When in front of the whole world
There is something to believe in
There is much to reap
But the commander of the sick soul
Already sounds marching march
Almost ready to victory feast
On all fronts, the wave of good luck
But the commander of the sick soul
New record
To capture the enemy
Today voiced on the air
And everyone in the rear for victory
dies
But the commander of the sick soul
Already in the regiments played a march
Almost deserter hanged
He lifted up his trumpet trumpeter
But the commander of the sick soul
In the camp of the enemy
Chaos and darkness
It has long been lost landmark.
Fighters languishing in
anticipation of attacks
But the commander of the sick soul
Already in the regiments played a march
And the Order of the jeweler sharpens
He kisses his ax executioner
But the commander of the sick soul
There is nothing to eat
So there is no need to eat
When our world is at stake
Glad patriot happy snitch
And the commander of the sick soul
Already in the regiments played a march
And the prisoners turned into a shooting gallery
Crucified traitor surgeon
And the commander of the sick soul
beats artillery
beats gun
Tears general's uniform
Tomorrow falls rebellious people
But the commander of the sick soul
Already in jazz playing shelves
And the soul sells banker
Last chance, last hour
But the soul is sick commander.
And the commander of the sick soul
And the soul is sick commander.