Текст песни SOM-57 - Когда умирают дети

not having time to eat, we ran more
the courtyard where the freedom, excitement and friends
quarreled and fought, reconciled, friends
then all is forgiven, not concealing resentment

freezing winter, for some reason in a hurry
probably grow up in anticipation of the summer
so much we wanted, but what is forgotten
and funny questions hang unanswered

ran ahead of shooting sticks
laughing falling on the ground face
there were no longer getting
today stick shot lead

who replied, stole our childhood
why we stayed here quite some
no one is playing, here we do not have space
Bomb find here the last few days

and just swing among the ruins and smoke
standing alone against the backdrop of war
not creak, but fraught with a lot of
like a monument nedetskiy games

Warriors of God, soldiers of fortune
heroically stepping over the corpses of children
charging guns and am preparing terrorist attacks
remember bitches, their mothers