Текст песни Песни чеченской войны - Чеченский синдром

My soul is grieving, I live now slowly,
But the youth was good, sorry for the burnt.
Remembering this life and that, fought for emptiness
And now we are shouting for a mile - Lepers!

Chorus:
By psychiatric hospitals and camps, how many of us?
Who will answer this question, only without embellishment?
Who will understand except ourselves, our souls break?
We are strangers among our own. The Chechen syndrome.

Voevav on this earth, someone found happiness in a loop,
Well, someone stepped to the ground from the roof of the house.
To whom the camera and continue, the doctor and validol,
And to whom the barrel puts the zone.

Chorus:
How many of us are on psychiatric hospitals and camps?
Who will answer this question, only without embellishment.
Who will understand except ourselves, our souls break?
We are strangers among our own. The Chechen syndrome.

Owners of villas and "Volga" drove us to some kind of debt
And for many, the morgue, the evil eternity, became the finish.
From powerlessness do not groan - because the heroes are not we, and they are
And light the lights in humanity.

Chorus:
How many of us are on psychiatric hospitals and camps?
Who will answer this question, only without embellishment.
Who will understand except ourselves, our souls break?
We are strangers among our own. The Chechen syndrome.