Текст песни Перемотка - Смерть на холодном снегу

He was already not rise eyebrows
In unequal fight the dead slain
It lies in a spot of their own blood,
And the look in his detachment
Soulless body on the cold snow
He does not have to warm up
He's dead and probably because
He can not escape
How could he not in his lifetime to escape from everything happening around
And there was no power, have to win.
Every day as a vicious circle
He found his death in the cold snow
And his body freezes
How terrible to him to die alone
About him, thought no one cherishes ...
(Guitar solo)
Torment it came to an end
Thank you for your well-aimed shot,
What if there was not a scoundrel shot
He cleansed his soul,
And here he is, with pure soul
As always I wanted
It does not matter, was a person: a fine? big?
He is no more cases
And all that was left lying in the snow,
In the spot of his own blood
With a broken light, on the right side
His zaporoshilo road.
He will not be able to go, and do not need to
Life has brought his way,
And the rest is much easier ...
(Guitar solo)