Текст песни Линор Горалик - Орудие твое

Your gun goes home,
dragging your hand to your hand
Your instrument is waiting for them, putting the bowls.
The tool of Orudoy in the corridor is barely nods, gives packets,
The gun is silent to the gun.
A little later, after beer,
The instrument of an instrument shouts: "Issue!"
The gun gets up, throws the remote,
It goes to the sort and crying.
Your weapon goes, falls,
Rises, takes a tablet and falls.
Behind the wall, awakened, Orudye
It is afraid that now completely the end.
Gets up, takes a bear and falls
Does not sleep and thinks: "Bear, Bear, Bear."

How much, Lord, you have guns.
All hotspots, with spikes.