Текст песни Альтернативная Космонавтика - Письма с фронта

As a dashing war, but typhus epidemic
Mowed grass with a backhand,
However, birch near the ravine.
The muddy trench lice yes bandages.

Wicked sneered spring rains.
Wind - a field surgeon's scalpel.
Someone left flowers in a glass,
And blindly fumbled near death.

Deserter, the wind sneaked into the grass
Touch gory poking in the chest full of holes.
George the Victorious nobody knew
The enemy's grapeshot torn a young lad.

Bless kiss on the forehead, the father-Lead.
It was necessary for the growth of the wooden bride.
Embrace Mother Tomb of their children,
Put them in the house of his in the same bed.

Pain grows, children died.
He dies, wheezing pierced breasts soldiers.
Sharpened cheekbones, his eyes rolled back ....
Another hero soon return home.

Do not be happy to return to the mother of his son.
Good thing my father did not live and died without knowing.
And then they shall drink, but would not be fun.
Ebanёtsya grief young wife.

And will carry palёnym from the front.
Fields wooden crosses.
At the station, whining accordion legless cripple,
Yes, take away the front train recruits.

Bless kiss on the forehead, the father-Lead.
It was necessary for the growth of the wooden bride.
Embrace Mother Tomb of their children,
Put them in the house of his in the same bed.

Bless kiss on the forehead, the father-Lead.
It was necessary for the growth of the wooden bride.
Embrace Mother Tomb of their children,
Put them in the house of his in the same bed.