Текст песни Влюбленная в дождь - Мне жаль...

I am sorry that even guys
Years forgotten victory
And we can not think how once
The boys became wounded Seda ..
The boys of twelve and under,
War is not divided into classes
Their young bodies fallen down
Lay a terrible red blood mass
I am sorry that even guys
You are not proud of this Victory Day
So, how proud of him once
Our boys, we call their grandparents ..
And I do not understand those who were born in the nineties
For information on how to lose the war
Loved, loved ones, so simple,
Their souls are taken away indiscriminately
And the place was not indiscriminately ..
No matter you are an adult or a child
The war did not ask if a thief ...
Who will live and who will die from the cradle ..
Imagine yourself at least for a moment ..
What year did you get into fierce ...
What do the soldiers and not a joke
You see vrazhestva torment
Imagine just how your best friend,
Tired, exhausted on the field
In the eyes of a desperate fright
In the eyes, full of pain,
Your friend is now a hair's breadth from death ...
He stopped and did not step
There's a mine, as it is you have not noticed
He asks to move to the ravine
Your eyes seen a lot of pain,
But one that a child was the mother
Who will die in a cruel
Who will die young ..
He asks to go away,
But you're paralyzed dumb
You stand parting with your life, you cry
You, too, will die with him young.
...
Imagine your favorite girl
Goes to the front to work as a nurse
And you're saying goodbye, weeping like a child 2
Saying goodbye forever by itself ...
War does not tolerate tears and sadness
She sends troops to brutally broken
She does not understand, someone let
And who will remain in the land of crude