Текст песни ГрОб - Приказ 227

Reaplish your / alien wine blood
Metaphysically relatively expensive price
So grumble courageous eyes
And crucified the sewn of the mouth
Right and left
After all, it's all forgive
Like garbage
As belonging to drunk conscience
In the meantime of the penalty battalions
Such a choice gave birth
Zagrad-detachments
Only forward nevertheless
No one deserted
I was lucky, I was left here
I managed and here I stayed
Shot someone from his
And so -
Where alive will not survive
We are coming -
Staggering lunas, taken in star dust,
Remembling unknown land -
Substrating the backs the same
Patiently waiting for field kitchen
With general chowder, royal banda.
In accordance with military historical science
Calm reinforcing concentration.
Got acquainted at the observation point
I took a smoke face I do not remember
-Popal in the environment
After a day, it fell back -
Wolf Cold Toke to the Moon
All the same to the end
So, just in case.
Zahmeli silently.
Another intelligence of the fight
And, inherently effortless,
Raised again from the trenches
In his last desperate growth,
Watering from machine guns Night emptiness
Undermined on mines
Mokley in student water.
At the first signs of dawn
Put in the trenches
Part remained lying on the snow
Field kitchen these losses did not take into account
This kind is characteristic of killing yourself like
And again threw a breakthrough
Nobody gentle
Nobody spared
Universal survival conditions,
Sanitary household paradoxes of everyday consciousness
And the phenomenon of the hare,
Sitting in the grass
Covered dew droplets.