Текст песни Александр Баль - В прицеле

At gunpoint
                     Alexander Bal

We read the fate of striped mattress
We sat down on the black aground
Watching the white stripe from us
Swim without our ships.

    If again no blood will end the dispute ,
    You return home unharmed.
    There the waves hastily zadёrnutyh curtains
    Up in the morning you feel the sight.

    But even those sights that look at us ,
    Simply people of our circle .
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other .

Nothing to do with Monday began a century ,
And tempered age at anything.
READ fate - and already people
Doomed to be the executioner himself .

I , of course , no place in the sun is not live.
Whenever under the leaden fire
I am willing to concede this place to you -
Only you would be happy for him.

    But even those sights that look at us ,
    Simply people of our circle .
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other .

Let the last blizzard provoet : & quot; Live ! & Quot;
Past the bullet prosvischet : & quot; Live ! & Quot;
At least a hundredfold swearing in of universal love ,
On the ground, do not add love.

    If again no blood will end the dispute
    And returned home unharmed.
    There the waves hastily zadёrnutyh curtains
    Up in the morning you feel the sight.

    But even those who are in the sights look at us ,
    Simply people of our circle .
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other ...