Текст песни Земля Сальникова - Петров

The regional war is over
Soldier Petrov
Randomly healthy
The surface around him is drunk
The cacti of smokes have withered
The haze settled on the helmet,
Three-tailed rooster from houses
He rushed off with the grace of a mudla.
In Petrov's eyes day and night
Intertwined. But why?
He cries and walks away
To your new war.

Shelves are sent to the rear
The staff wheel knocks.
Petrov dreams of a march of throws,
And an unfamiliar face.
She will not recognize him in the crowd.
He would never be with her.
But he takes by storm in a dream
Her empty cities.

Stop while you're alive!
To Petrov, God shouts gray-haired.
Who will be so impatient
Then my escort will arrive
In Petrov's eyes day and night
Intertwined. But why?
He cries and walks away
To your new war ...