Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Война - работа спецназа

Above us the mountains propped up the sky
Shaggy cap secular snow.
Here the air is somehow smells bread
And drowning in the blue-gray haze hum of steps.
Sneakers worn obscene,
But they do not slip on the stone foot
At camouflage no stars, no lychek,
And all are equal under the bullets of the enemy.

War - the work of the special forces,
In the sky weeps God clergy,
Jihad in the foothills of the Caucasus
First to break the peace.

At the bottom stained with blood people
Lead and steel tear earthly flesh,
Second company under fire guns
Lead the attack the devil and the Lord.
But we go, we go guys already,
To this terrible, blind death
Under the blued barrel of a gun
Methane and whined like a beast.

War - the work of the special forces,
In the sky weeps God clergy,
Jihad in the foothills of the Caucasus
First to break the peace.

When a person hit zhzhёny gunpowder,
Soul sang in unison with destiny.
Angel on duty with the rank of Major
Watching from heaven, as we go into battle.
And in an eerie glow of crimson flares
Barely visible in the roar of the elements,
A familiar voice barely audible
We asked, repeating: & quot; Do not kill ... & quot;

War - the work of the special forces,
In the sky weeps God clergy,
Jihad in the foothills of the Caucasus
First to break the peace.