Текст песни la guerre - la guerre comme la guerre

Yearn my soul I live now without haste,
But youth was good, sorry prozhzhennaya.
I understood life and this and that, fought for the void
And we are now screaming a mile away - Lepers!

According to a psychiatric hospital and the camp as us?
Let write someday the truth, the unvarnished.
Who would understand but us break our souls?
We are strangers among their own. Afghan Syndrome.

We live as if on glass, someone has found happiness in the loop,
Well, someone has stepped up to the ground with a roof.
This camera and continued,
Doctor and "haloperidol"
And who puts a submachine gun barrel zone.

According to a psychiatric hospital and the camp as us?
Let write someday the truth, the unvarnished.
Who would understand but us break our souls?
We are strangers among their own. Afghan Syndrome.

Owners of summer cottages and "Volga" drove us to some duty
And often finish was a morgue, evil forever.
From impotence not groan - because we are not heroes, but they are.
For a moment, light the lights of humanity.

According to a psychiatric hospital and the camp as us?
Let write someday the truth, the unvarnished.
Who would understand but us break our souls?
We are strangers among their own. Afghan Syndrome.

According to a psychiatric hospital and the camp as us?
Let write someday the truth, the unvarnished.
Who would understand but us break our souls?
We are strangers among their own. Afghan Syndrome.

According to a psychiatric hospital and the camp as us?
Let write someday the truth, the unvarnished.
Who would understand but us break our souls?
We are strangers among their own. Afghan Syndrome.