Текст песни Антоха Гумбин - Универсальный Солдат

In the response of life hears "seams",
Hum of mechanisms in our ears
Smeyko goes a dust road
Everything is for sale, from vodka, -Or God.

chorus:
Looking, who is to blame for everything,
This picture has a sad plot.
Each of us is a universal soldier,
For myself, on my turn.

Gray walls compress whiskey,
And the changes are not close yet
The sun rose, the knuckle of the ax, is heard,
I was lucky, I lived until the morning.

chorus:
Looking, who is to blame for everything,
This picture has a sad plot.
Each of us is a universal soldier,
For myself, on my turn.

Weapon to battle, time in the edge,
Above the head mechanical press
Sin the fool with a hardware wine
It smells a soldier tobacco and lead.

chorus:
Looking, who is to blame for everything,
This picture has a sad plot.
Each of us is a universal soldier,
For myself, on my turn.