Текст песни Армейские песни - И парни умирали просто так

F G Am
And the guys were dying just like that,
   F G Am
And those who died, so he will not forget,
     F G C Am
As the birthplace called not to fight, not to fight,
   F G Am
And slowly tortured those who serve.

Chorus:

    He is killing us slowly army tarpaulin,
    Perfume polished to a shine,
    And bake blood on the black boots,
    And bake blood on the black boots,
    But the army called this place.

And the guys were dying just like that.
Beats boots and shouting mat.
Not the best weapon in the war where the enemy can see where the enemy is visible,
But again, no statutory death of a soldier.

Chorus

And the guys were dying just like that,
And those who died, so he will not forget,
As the birthplace called not to fight, not to fight,
And slowly tortured those who serve.