Текст песни Гарри Топор - Враг Мой

Here we were all over the world, mans,
Salute, quietly.
This is not a Western world,
Here, under the root of the face torn.
Marines school externally,
Gasoline burning tank.
Fun to kill the terrorists
These bodies are the result of killing.
My enemy appeared together
With grief and misfortune in the spring,
After a sea of ​​victories - no pain
Around the radioactive snow.
My whole battalion has fallen -
Two hundred goals in perpetual flight.
Here one on one - we are with him,
God is higher, but even my God is far.
My carabiner is aimed at him
But he almost does not look at me.
Shoot soon, warrior -
Military experience tells me.
My opponent is in green uniform
Plus in armor as in a shell.
My SCS would have punched him
Clean for ventilation.
I stood rooted to the spot
Not because your fingers froze.
Here is just me and him.
My radio doesn’t work,
Could be a dangerous result.
In general, it’s terrible
That his rifle will spit in my back by pulling the trigger.