Текст песни Издательство Звуков - Сапёры

© Alexander Timofeev

Sappers go bury my soul,
Driven in a hearse skull and bones.
Doctors know - there's nothing to listen to -
Eaten heart was no longer beating.

I'm going to the slaughter, tight hug.
There's a bottomless river of my way to heaven.

Ride Helvetii, riding Romanians,
Teacher sleeps in Latin.
I'm not conceited, not arrogant;
Just was not protected by a plastic bandage.

I'm going to the slaughter, tight hug.
There's a bottomless river of my way to heaven.

Goes my angel and white sky,
Lucky black bread in a hearse,
Heart of the wreckage, two cigarettes.
You drove me, angel, until the summer.

I'm going to the slaughter, tight hug.
There's a bottomless river of my way to heaven.