Текст песни Вячеслав Куприенко - Арифметика боя

Military reports told the world
About the fallen in the last battle.
Dry statistics with dates of life
Will present their work.

It's nice to hear that our died
A little bit in the last battle.
Broke the enemy and we are not offended
For the honor and power of their own.

We have two killed, and their eighteen
Forever shut down in battle.
One to nine, and just twenty
Frozen in a single building.

Here, no matter how cool, battle arithmetic
Behind us: one to nine.
For them we are the killers, for us we are the heroes.
Try - Find the truth!

Nobody will hear
Screaming Soldier Soul.
Strike bullet. Fragments embroidered
Pattern at first silence.

Aleshka did not, but I got
Stand at the grave plate ...
In the dash between dates, life has suggested
Buried in the land of dreams.

Comparison and numbers in the war are not appropriate
There, scores with death are simple.
Just one suddenly will be much
When it is you.