Текст песни 1104.Армейские - - Мы чужие среди своих

♫ "Chechen syndrome"

one.
AM ............................ Dm.
I still hurt my soul, I live now slowly,
E ................................................... ... am ..... E
But the youth was good, sorry burned.
AM .................................... Dm.
Remembering the life of this and that, fought for the void
E ................................................... .Am
And now we are shouting for the mile - lepers!

Chorus:

........ dm ................................... am
According to psychos and the camps how many of us?
......... Dm .................. E ................ Am .... ....... A7.
Who will answer this question, only without embellishment.
.......... dm .................. e ............. am ..... f
Who will understand other than our souls themselves?
......... Dm ....................................... E
We are strangers among their own. Chechen syndrome.

2.
We live like a glass, someone happiness found in the loop,
Well, someone stepped down to the ground from the roof of the house.
To whom cameras and continue,
Doctor and Validol.
And to whom the barrel puts the zone.

Chorus: BIS

Holders of cottages and "Volga" drove us for some duty
And often was the finish of the morgue, evil eternity.
From the powerlessness, there are no shame - because the characters are not us, and they.
For a minute, Light Lights, humanity.

Chorus: BIS