Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Пистолет

Gun

Olga Chikina

Today I saw you dropped a gun.
He sucked in the sand under cold water.
You sang by contacting the bay, about this earth.
The bay was reflected in the medal of your golden.

In medals
for a straight battle with me
With you, lonely, not knowing how to be.
With me, after the battle, invented the word "love",
With you, a man who came to the edge of fate.

Let's go - there will be nothing more
In the near morning, the coming years.
Mother frowning people
Male, rare breed.

When we left the bay on blue colors,
Our country remained behind us.
Strinking air darkens us and there
Flowers shine, under the flowers rust war.

So you turned away from the sky in the crimson raincoat.
So you retreat to the border where the eyelids ended, -
Without a woman, without a pistol, without warm things,
With a medal for a battle, you are now a person.
2008.