Текст песни Сергей Бахарев - Годы Войны

Your automatic is loaded, brother, for a just cause
Your body did not want it ..
Under the feet of mud, in the mountains of the sunset shadow ..
Your life came the last day ..
He left his head wherever there was peace ...
The victim felt with his nose wandering around the apartments ...
They awarded a grenade to pieces of a soldier ..
Do not spare the bitches killed by calling a brother ..
Afghanistan mountains are striped
No painted, the living became dead, the bodies are torn ..
Russian soldier comparisons are not invented ..
Those and ours died, by whom it is conceived ???
Etc
The war years ..
Who will incur its expenses ...
Who needs the sons are bound by lead ..
After all, this is not a dream, and everything is not drawn ...
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Sniper, quieter, below the head ..
Queues into the void, the cartridges are fifty-fifty.
The mountains threw mountains, the creeps piled up ..
We registered the lead rewards in our beard ..
The caravan goes, the metal tons, tons ..
The power of the Russian soul from one column ..
Holy war, bloodshed ..
Just for what they fought, explain to me !!!
Bloody walls, the smell of a "raw" person ..
Terrible memory of the present century ..
With the arrival of the sunset, Kalash arrivals with a grenade ..
Faith and the Medical Chamber were also saved.
Caterpillars tore under the tightness of the flame ..
Do not break the Enemy of our banner ..