Lyrics Макс Корж - Амия

After all, this is the army, the army.
Army, Army I.
Sleep well, my homeland, my homeland.

The boys are in pea jackets, the cold wind is swallowed with a dry throat,
What are you pulling there, ensign, although where do we rush, what to lose to the young.
Kombat is an angry dog, ee, foam at the mouth, Monday is not a good day for a soldier,
Not the best moment - Monday in the morning.
The night barracks in which I was born and I will trample life to the end
In the ranks not hemmed, not shaved in the back row I hide my faces
Attention!
Hand at the temple, another groundhog day declared open,
Citizen is so far, we accelerate, so as not to wake up from the bitch killed
The rhythm of the heart, with the beat of the boots, strengthens the muscles of the legs - physical labor,
What kind of debt are they singing about? Mom, what am I doing here?
What is my service? Being cattle and elk breaking into the canteen?
You can rip my stomach, but from there a barley will sprinkle with a fountain
I am an ordinary soldier, I always want to eat, sleep, looking for where to go **.
There is one that promised to wait, be faithful and never give up
Teach me to fight, do not wait for the construction
Instead: dig there, sweep, scoop up, yes, in the kitchen, on the day, fucking!
Homeland - mother, your whole land, pushing her in the morning
In the evening I take it out from under my nails, shoot whitefish, not having time in chifan.
At night, at the dolban in gates, at the window, looking at the sky like an starship
At night, the demobilization became a day shorter - the boys are sleeping, the service is in progress.

Chorus:
Step, day as day, boy, hold on, know him better
Howl, straight! I'm wearing a pair of wrecked pickaxes
On fire, it's an army, an army,
Where there is danger there and I (where there is danger there I am).
Army, Army I
Sleep well, my homeland, my homeland.

Why are you not a man, brother, understand that everything can be smooth,
Here you will find out about yourself, about others, who is the wolf, who is the dog and who is greedy for what
Who is ready for life; who throws words to the wind
I watch, drinking a seagull, in the kitchen with a charcoal fire.
We sit with Igor and share the last piece of fat
Whoever escapes with booze, I’m getting bored with a rocking chair with a horizontal bar,
Someone stares at the phone or in a citizen pokes at the fence,
To whom the roof blows from the authorities, strives to educate everything,
The kid was taken off the loop - the kid doesn't breathe, epaulettes flew, grandfathers - to the disbat.
Everyday life of the military - the same fucking army days, we knew who we were and we know who we are
But, alas, we don’t know who we can be.
Homeland - mother, there is no more beautiful than you, blooming in sunny May
The wind brings the smell of female perfumes, cats howl, as I understand them!
I am an ordinary soldier - a thing-bag, automatic, free living labor
Shot for you guys, I’m full of who I howled at night with a guitar for a beer beautifully
Yes, it was beautiful to see faces
You ask, "how is it?" I will answer: "** scarlet, it is better to study"
Who are you, bald guy? Where are you from? from the region, city, from which region?
I didn’t know yesterday, now, it seems like I’ve known you all my life.
Friends are in trouble, if this is her, then this is my friend.
The army taught to endure, dissolve its weakness through the veins of mazolist hands.
I will just serve, follow all orders and time will pass unnoticed, I don’t know
Does it make sense, what is the essence of it, I fuck **, bro, to be honest for now
In the gates at the window, looking at the sky as Private Star Korzh
Dembel became a day shorter - the boys are sleeping, the service is on.

Chorus:
Step, day as day, boy, hold on, know him better
Howl, straight! I'm wearing a pair of wrecked pickaxes
On fire, it's an army, an army,
Where there is danger there and I (where there is danger there I am).
Army, Army I
Sleep well, my homeland, my homeland.