Текст песни Армейская - зелений сон

On the horizon the sun goes down the track,
All that was unlikely to have splyl return
On hot nights strobe club
We live it, we have burned lips

Meeting the morning with great barely familiar,
Wanted Quick knock from her home
Then embarked to the streets full of people,
With a cigarette in his mouth, went home sooner

Now the strings with your fingers,
Alo mama, yeah ok in the army,
Though the days are drawn,
Bratuha not count as much as you will,

When the time comes, foot for PPC
I lit a cigarette and called her younger sister,
In the meantime, the guitarist waved his hand,
We will sing this song Army combat.

Chorus:
It stretches month after month, as a wagon,
Just wait a little left the platform,
And all this will soon be over green dream
And all this will soon be over green dream ..

It stretches month after month, as a wagon,
Just wait a little left the platform,
And all this will soon be over green dream
And all this will soon be over green dream ..