Текст песни 7 Б - Полковник

This story is not fiction , my
In the battle for the freedom of the last war .
I'm the hero to kiss god
I survived one of the regiment.
In the white coats in yellow houses
Patched me to pieces ,
Copper needles dreamed my feet.
In the white coats in yellow houses
Patched me in pieces
Copper needles dreamed my feet.

My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment , with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment , with my regiment.

It happened in the battle once
A moment later, my limp frame
Guardian Angel for seven days in a row
Kissed me on the forehead
In the white coats in yellow houses
Patched me to pieces ,
Copper needles dreamed my feet.
In the white coats in yellow houses
Patched me in pieces
Copper needles dreamed my feet.

My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment , with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment , with my regiment.