Текст песни М8 - Рабов не пускают в рай

I do not remember the world-because he died a long time
the world is now ash on the site of the old world fire
day became night, smoke, fumes on concrete
night became morning, lit the rocket distance
on a granite plateau at the boundary lines
taking blows hordes
Troopers choking on blood, keeps the border
without ammunition, support, water
blood baked on a red sun
in July bloody winter
Under a hail-200th does not hurt
be ashamed slaves alive
snapped the shutter, no cartridges
melee bayonet and knife
when there is no power to rise to his feet
F-1, Flash, I'm alive
Meanwhile, in the cities of bleeding children
because usually blood flows children

soldiers returning from battle
with a gun in his hand, without winning
the country can not remember hero
but the slaves are not allowed in paradise

Sleepy death looks in the window
smog fills the trenches,
creeps into manholes machines
looks like a lit yellow box
Troopers dies Catcher in the Rye
their faces covered with blood,
the sun does not dry blood
fragments bare bones,
Only in the eyes of a wild fire
burn the exposed nerves
sight itself is the enemy
men khaki piles of rotting in the ditches
without ammunition, food and fuel
without hope just as well stay alive
Troopers comes to the front
Death is worth living
soldiers returning from battle
with a gun in his hand, without winning
the country can not remember hero
but the slaves are not allowed in paradise
Meanwhile, in the cities of bloodshed children
because usually blood flows children