Текст песни Avil - С возвращением...

A year in Siberia, among frosts and under a snow crust
Where is everything from clothes to toothpaste
Where stupid rotting dogs run the show
Where naive fears disappear before pain
And now home, where there is no fence, alarms and lights
And everything would be fine, but the warrior will die without a fight
Although, perhaps, Braza said the phrase too strongly
I hope you are far from the army marasmus
I hope your heart is not tired of beating the demon
And you managed to stay honest under pressure
Not only with yourself, but also with those who baptize before the road
After all, in your play my place is to always be together in a batch
I remember how I was, I don't know how I became
But a hundred pounds of nikherov, you buddy matured
The rest when meeting on a quiet May evening
God forbid it is true that the army cripples ...