Текст песни Дэн СмирноV - Быстрые пули

Fluttering , fluttering , fast bullets
Over the steppes , mountains, compassionate heart ,
Incision , no thought , and believed not to believe
With everything ahead of them, we all had hoped .

The trenches were deep and not very
We stay on forever in them all day and night
Above the clouds of the city and over the river tears ,
Upali curse iron thunderstorms .

And in the air the ash circle planes
Fight to the death of the holy infantry ,
Dreaming of a world where his wife and children .
But their dreams no one noticed .