Текст песни Паук - Ак-47 Готово

Risking their lives under fire
We sing this song!
When you want to think about a play
Ak47 ready.
We live always just one day,
We do not know when we will die
When you want to think about a play
Ak47 ready.

I ryschu under fire with body armor on the body
I stand wounded soldiers on his body
Bullets whiz over my head
And sometimes it seems to me that I was at the end of crazy.
Never mind that there is never the sun through the clouds
I have two races and exactly two trunk.
Lying in the heart of a longing for home,
My girlfriend does not write, no pens again.
I am alone, and as always, the emptiness of the brain
Solid cold.
Blank City merged to background blood
Dust all the medals, they ate moths
I'm not that what it was, I was not a general
I love everything, everything, but I'm shit at all.
Son, I remember the wind, and in spite Hurricane
I appear as a shadow and brush his revolver

Risking their lives under fire
We sing this song!
When you want to think about a play
Ak47 ready.
We live always just one day,
We do not know when we will die
When you want to think about a play
Ak47 ready.