Текст песни Манагер и Родина - Гражданская война

The men talked tightly
Three hits - two ridiculous corpses
A chopped neck and brains
Captured a protocol photo
Tears of sorrow do not fit
In the empty opening of the funeral role
Careless Hammering
Glorify the kingdom of the earth's vale
  TNT strife breaks the argument
  Spinning tears of bloody wind
  A friend in melee howls as an enemy
  And fall backwards towards the void
      Civil war forces body

Angry God usually pardons
In hearts converge, not great loss
Find some good over time
Calming the irrepressible beast
The tread of that day was a little lost
Three gathered in the city
Goodbye in the evening to the whistle of an ax
Entangled in a drunken conversation
   Mentally stuck people in crime
   At the front without fighters and flanks
   Flying straight under the brigade tank
   Or their killer gets to the drawer
        Civil war forces body

Nobody picks their mother
Born of the whim of centuries
Someone is destined to grumble at all
Someone to fight under the scourge of interjections
Stubbornly demanding a humble verdict
Or forgiving between things
Sealing throat own scream
Inflamed by the chosen destiny
    The battle boils on the streets of apartments
    Landmine crash on the road field
    Heroes cringe in an extreme advertising
    And the victims are beating market robbery
         Civil war forces body