Текст песни Студия ГРЕК - Кружка шнапса

Rota red approached
Everyone screams to give up Fritz,
Very loudly yell
Their Guards Mortar.
He cried in bird feathers,
I'm sortied hard,
On the face of blood baked.
I can not give up
It is better to turn into alend,
Washed last time.
Only
Schnaps Mug on Table
In a bombed blonde
Quietly pain
Responds to me
In militone times already
Famously.
Not easy to give
In the hands of barbaric enemies.
You can not even understand
You can not even know
Who are you and what is ready.
Let my eyes silent,
As if I look at the sight,
How whom the look caught -
Will not come back
And so I survived.
Only
Schnaps Mug on Table
In a bombed blonde
Quietly pain
Responds to me
In militone times already
Famously.
Pain
Responds to me
In militone times already
Famously.