Текст песни сталкер наемник шрам - наш гимн наемников

Short boots, shotgun over his shoulder,
How many roads were not sleeping at night.
For blood and conflagration you can not answer,
After all, you're just a mercenary, in a green beret.

Well you're a guy, do not press the trigger,
After all, in this game you are a puppet.
Said the right, the right to shoot
But who gave you on the moral right.

You buy, you sell,
Bought in Laos, sold in Israel.
Burning in the dark black face.
Laos and Vietnam still you dream

Well you're a guy, do not press the trigger,
After all, in this game you are a puppet.
The whole world has become the shooting range for you,
And you're the one standing in front of the world.