Текст песни Ноггано a.k.a. Баста - Война

Who is waging war? Who sends the wars?
Illuminate victories with spilled enemy blood,
Troops are coming, soldiers are repairing wounds,
Stubbornly, right, the blood is like from a tap,
The lamps in the temples go out when the heroes are buried,
Still alive, preparing for the final battle,
A soldier looks into the sky but does not see God,
He whispers to himself: "Be patient a little ..."
My country is like one big barracks,
Apparently this is our karma - Che Guevara,
Islam wars, green banner
Found a war somewhere on the pages of the Quran,
Banknotes interspersed with a sermon,
Holiness is stained with innocent blood, and
Leaders sharpen knives, launching disu,
Power in the hands of the guardsmen thugs,
Life, death by decision of the Emperor,
Unhappy Themis, you have been poisoned for a long time,
Smelted into coins and handed out,
The recognition of the law is beaten out of us by the rods,
With tearful prayers we stun the Almighty:
"Well, why don’t you hear us?
You see, rivers of blood come out of the banks ...
We are losing fathers, we are changing gods ... "
I am the son of war, always ready for battle
When the poppy blooms, I'll dress in khaki
Hatred in tanks, solarium in bonfires
Brother, see blood from your ears? Do you hear
Text on sheets, crosses into the ground
On epaulettes of the star, in the spring tears of birch pour about heroes
Sad braids braid their braids
Sacred frescoes emanate the world ...
We bury the young for the old blindly
Flash on the right, ambush on the left,
Do you hear? Pass a letter to my mom
Brother, throw the bandages, bandage the wounds
He lived a little, did not see the little son
Tears are a reaction to these bright flashes
We have a cap! No, countryman, brother,
Now there will be shortness of breath, and again, lad,
There are too many of them, and what? After all, we are Russian!
Hey, your eyes have become somehow dim
Get up! Get up! Surrender too soon
He died, I don’t believe - stubborn,
Right, through the clearing, there I’ll lie in the ravine,
A flask fell, dogs followed me
I run, headlong, not looking at my feet,
Something incomprehensible I whisper to God,
Touching a scalpel with a sniper bullet,
I fell to the ground and I slowly got up
The flock was approaching ... I’m back in the red again,
Goodbye, Mommy, we will not see each other again ...
I looked at the sky, so I have not seen him yet ...
He sat down on the ground, covered himself with a torn cloak ...
In the left hand is a grenade, closer to the chest,
He pulled out a check. Time. Two. Three.