Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Довоенный билет

We war promises that the debt is a way,
Old girly person smokes locomotive foreheads.
Someone walks by God, and someone moves away from God,
But no one will leave from the universal soldier's fate.

I would have traded on the military ID card, pre-war,
Drank time the sea and the land returned back b ...
But the hubbub station merges with the hum of the universe,
So I grow to war - in front of you.

We blast wave has scattered flags on the map,
And not all of them survive, to endure to the shoulder straps.
One destined to live in brotherly reserved seat,
A different fate reserved sleeper.

I would have traded the military card at the post-war,
All gave the impression that I have - one hundred grams and soldier's rations ...
But as personal destiny fall into the stream generation,
In this common cup poured my grief.

All posthumously are - patriots and cosmopolitans;
Deserters have no: train rushes through.
On earth we all vessels weighing a single spilled,
We drag holes in the planet their blood cells.

I used a military card handed back to the road fund,
to exchange memory running battles in the heart ...
But the soldier with a broken ring of stars on his helmet
The unclosed eyes and hides the title of the name - my.