Текст песни Игорь Горин - Про войну

start a fight
Like a hell-fire
I took the rifle
And I fell into the trench

Out of the woods the enemy
And I strained fist
Throw away I Greenough
Do not hit , that's a pity

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Bullets whistle
Shells fly
My friend dead in the trenches
It lies in the bloody stream

On wet ground
The bodies of our soldiers
Sound is heard in the mist
This enemy stench

We all fought like lions
But left alone
We hear the groans of us
Our people are tired

Wait sympathetic
After all, victory is near
We shall be stronger than the enemy
And inspect all the corpses carefully

chorus