Текст песни когда в warface играю режим - ликвидация

Going down in the NIS we are uniquely corpses
This whim of the minister or some of the troupe
Where are all the actors and their affairs to have no
We are unlikely to see that the meat dawn
At stake I see prossvet
The space changes its color to red
Every day we have to dance with death
And then no one would ever give his
All nose sensed blood go in this order perёd
Shards of explosions confusing
You go from syudo but this will not be confused and
After all, tomorrow is your head will decorate the shelf
Traitors your body goes into the furnace
Therefore, we must fight to the end
Suppose that you will never see his father
Let your mother will be waiting for you to cry
Grenade in the hands of you took time to check you

We have no one judge is not, we have other sent to the bullet
Before the eyes of the red grass somewhere ilyule
How fortunate that you are alive and you play just sitting on a chair

We have no one judge is not, we have other sent to the bullet
Before the eyes of the red grass somewhere ilyule
How fortunate that you are alive and you play just sitting on a chair