Текст песни ПарРусЪ ft. АмуледЪ - Бесславный Герой

April has long been
And he decided
Bought clothes, equipped
Decided to hear screams
I decided to try steel
Have you seen these?
For the sake of the family, he sold medals
He made money while you were sleeping.
To have something to eat for daughter Vale
But he had a principle he did not kill Russians under the light of dim he
Treated ordered delicious
In another country, in the soul was empty, I wanted to hear my daughter’s voice verbally sad
As described mother in the letter
What does the youngest say about you
sitting with his son on the river, he catches a fish
reflection in water
sorry for all this in a dream
and here is his last
the last battle
shot for slaughter
and he lies on the roof with a broken head
inglorious hero

Shells thunder, thunder of winds, around the salute of bullets
the smell of gunpowder Russian goes into battle
not in native zamle, but where paid
he sells his life for others to live.

Who needs your problems, every man for himself
splinters, holes in the walls, and somewhere there is a family
he went to serve not his homeland, just fate led
a group of mercenaries "in battle!" here every day at the edge.

Russia-mother, Russia! Great country!
but why are we poorer day by day
Those who are at the top ... long forgotten grief
incalculable poverty in cities and villages.

He went to serve not his homeland, he went to serve his family
For Syria under the bullets, the whole battalion on fire
in tents at night, in the sands, and somewhere children are at home
Do not earn at home, and here he is again in the field.

Shells thunder, thunder of winds, around the salute of bullets
the smell of gunpowder Russian goes into battle
not in native zamle, but where paid
he sells his life for others to live.

the whole world is rotten under the cover of night
Politics closed eyes on Russia long ago
I tell you, I scream for help in my dreams
What people went to are truly helpless
For not seeing a dream, the daughter begged God
Please come back dad, pray turn off the road
you did everything you could .. you did a lot
You killed people .. so that others remember
Stood ingloriously honest .. thought for the Motherland
for mother Russia .. for beautiful daughter
For that .. indivisible .. money is not soaked .. my family is one of my favorite
Stood limply firmly, not bending at the knees
While you live, your family lives
And these creatures brazenly trade all that is
The war is on death, not for honor for money

Shells thunder, thunder of winds, around the salute of bullets
the smell of gunpowder Russian goes into battle
not in native zamle, but where paid
he sells his life for others to live
Shells thunder, thunder of winds, around the salute of bullets
the smell of gunpowder Russian goes into battle
not in native zamle, but where paid
he sells his life for others to live