Текст песни Металлолом - Последний путь

Sobs mother
All sickling awaits
That son will come home
With war alive.
Sobs mother
Unwittingly tears pours,
Misfortune
And black coffin.

Forgive the Lord
For all sins of people
For life like beasts
True hell.
Not crying wife
He fought for us
And here came the order
Soldier died.

Etc. The last path is not chosen,
He is encountered as eternal call.
Do not bring us the Lord to the loss,
At least death from enemies.

Sobs mother
Looking at the black coffin.
In the hope of God will understand
And life will return.
Why should she live?
Old women of rude years
Native there are no more
All alone.
On the last way,
Native blood went away,
Native pain
In darkness disappeared
He is young,
There was a young and heter,
War considered the game
And lost.

Etc. The last path is not chosen,
He is encountered as eternal call.
Do not bring us the Lord to the loss,
At least death from enemies.