Текст песни Би-2 - Забрали в армию

I was brought up in a convent feelings
Comprehended Zarathustra and Poincare
But suddenly changed saints in paradise
On cleaning sanctuaries drafted into the army

I must admit I did not think it could be so
Who was my friend yesterday - today is my enemy
We farewell to arms stand on the brink
After all shoot each other ... we were taken to the army

Over the river glows blow up the bridge
We win over a weak throw a bone
In the long search for the truth believe Vrana
Continue to think it is not necessary ... drafted into the army .