Текст песни The Old Bitch Band - 6 патронов

In the drum of six rounds,
They are biding their time,
Ogonkov leaden hail.
Today will be hot -
Games before dawn,
We arrows, targets do not sleep.

I envy myself Robin Hood
And you have no chance.
Ready or not, here I come.
Think faster, run farther,
Hiding reliable ...
Remember - the arrows do not sleep!

We run around, shoot accurately,
One by one to hit the target.

The smell of gunpowder drags
Scraps of ashes.
Do not go - if you're a target.

You got on my knees in my arms,
Immolation sights trail
Stop the hands on the clock.
Six out of six hits the target,
It does not even mean the end of the game -
At me now directed trunks.

The smell of gunpowder drags
Scraps of ashes.
Do not go - if you're a target.

Instant questions ...
Instant Answers ...
For a split second silent pistols,
For a split second rush and say ...
We arrow target - do not sleep.