Текст песни Проект АК - Перед атакой

Before the attack - only death
 Looking into his eyes, looking straight.
 And everyone wants to survive,
 And the conversation dies down.

 A melee-cutter
 To keep losses account?
 And if the past is alive,
 And if the goal - then I'm sorry.

 And a jar of alcohol is driving fear
 And time moves with difficulty,
 A taste of tobacco on the lips
 This will return for a moment a distant house.

 And for the only native
 The soul will go to the flight.
 And all that lived, behind,
 And out of the trench - a step forward.

 And there is no more turning back.
 I do not care who was a coward who dared.
 And with the blood pouring from the bottle mat
 And to survive, someone had.

 And you cry and do not be sorry.
 And do not kill - they will kill you.
 And if no one can see cranes -
 Crows circling above the forest ...

 (August 2009)