Текст песни Евгений Кемеровский - Братва,не стреляйте друг в друга

Frosty Morning , the morning cold ,
Man in white shirt carry .
And in the funeral march ,
Yes Vagankovo ​​,
Oh, how the last is heavy your way .

Lower slopes of relatives and friends ,
That's the last blow of a hammer.
It devalues ​​life ,
And what is now the truth ,
If sobbing so eager soul ?

CHORUS:
Mates do not shoot each other ,
You have nothing in life to share .
Roundtable Forget grudges ,
After all hard to bury friends .

You , Russian , strong guys
And the spirit you never did take away.
Only now, in a black veil ,
Mournfully bowed , weeping mother .

CHORUS x3