Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Расстрел

I was taken as a thief to the wall
And the bullet tore off, rattling sleeve.
And before he died, I noticed in a crowd
Angel looked so sad to me ...

I left to go, breathe.
I guess I'm dreaming.
A glare from the sun rides sergeant on his pince-nez.
Now I am going to kill myself at the thought of catching.
And it seems that it is a dream to me in a nightmare.
The crowd shouted: & quot; Shoot! & Quot;
Well, that's the worry?
I fought for you, my ungrateful.
Okay so, stop. Hand really stood up.
And I see in the distance to help me jump her.

The bullet hit me right in the heart
On the back of the blood to write my portrait.
Angel dissolve before me the door.
It is not clear to me, where is the white light?
Before his death, because my knees were shaking.
No salvation, and do not ask for mercy.
Over time you put the idea to the wall
Be prepared to bring a sacrifice.

Yes! I've killed. But that was the goal.
And how else? Either you, but either you here.
And it did not seem to suffer when under my sight
Accidentally fell revolutions loving.
The sergeant's head rolled on the grass.
But too late. Oh, and ordered the sentence was.
And it is useless to you whip to beat the crowd.
And all this happened pleasant, bright day.

The bullet hit me right in the heart
On the back of the blood to write my portrait.
Angel dissolve before me the door.
It is not clear to me, where is the white light?
Before his death, because my knees were shaking.
No salvation, and do not ask for mercy.
Over time you put the idea to the wall
Be prepared to bring a sacrifice.

The bullet hit me right in the heart
On the back of the blood to write my portrait.
Angel dissolve before me the door.
It is not clear to me, where is the white light?
Before his death, because my knees were shaking.
No salvation, and do not ask for mercy.
Over time you put the idea to the wall
Be prepared to bring a sacrifice.