Текст песни dipus - На этой проклятой войне

On this damn war
Ceremonies will not
And only broken fate
Then remind themselves about yourself.

Among the rich banners
And ashes of saturated steps
Find peace on the bottom of the ravines
All those whose ston stopped.

And you will understand that this world
Nothing like a toy
Which is taken on the fly,
In the tent with the sign "Tir".

Missed someone - lost,
Got - took in the form of a souvenir
Wealth of the collapsed world
And other valuable mothers.

But this tire is not for you,
You should just wait in the tag
When drought and with a flood,
Without rejoicing and not grieving ...

When will deliver the postman
Envelope notice
Your death certificate
Put in your locket ...

And how in a nightmare
Dates will disappear, secrets, people.
Ceremonies will not
On this damn war.

2008, Spring