Lyrics балтийский клан, проект 7.62 - чечня

Chechnya

Faded grass on Chechen land
Which all politicians are trying to share
Who care
They would only matter money
And burn it all in the fire of the Chechen war
Such a rush
That they raped from these burnt roofs
And guys like him
18-20 years out of home send
Disassemble all this nonsense
I will not speak
Who was right, who was wrong
Everyone pulls the right alignment
But the government is screaming, and the deputies are yelling
For now our boys put their heads there
He was the same as everyone.
Medium height gray look
They brought there and handed in a gun
The officer said: bad there
We conduct fire on people and on houses

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I do not know who is right, who is to blame
Everyone pulls the right alignment
But people do not start wars
I despise those who rule us for it
We are super power
Here is money and power
But not enough strength to remove all this dirt
War in Chechnya, wash it off her face
So in this case we have to go all the way.

And he fired
Maybe a year, maybe not
And anger overshadowed his light
He is used to being enemies
And he is right
Over the corpses of friends, he did not let the forests
And on a high-rise one
Platoon covered mortar
He is lying on the grass
His flight is cut off
And then he was captured
Where are people beasts
And fragments buried in the body
Hating eyes he saw
How to shoot lying next
On the high-rise that they were together
Now he was thinking of one desire for revenge.
Six months in captivity, then exchange
From the circle of dirty
In the circle of white hospital walls
Operation, then another
And here is a disabled person in 20 years
Such an outcome

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Maternal tears, hot sleep
& quot; I hate everything & quot; he repeated
At work, no, and you can not learn
When the memory of war blinks my eyes
And in St. Petersburg everything is the same as always
Beautiful city, cold Neva
Admiralty became like a syringe
And much more here Caucasian faces
So he saw everything, he wanted so much
With a guitar, he sang songs about brothers
And waking up in the morning, and going to bed
A disabled person remembers war every day
And the time came together and the ways came together.
He saw the enemy, could not come
He was sitting in a Mercedes
Parked at the market
Drawing leather jacket
About leather back
What shot the same soldier
There, in a high-rise, in the emphasis of the machine
Grenade in your pocket, check withdrawn
He has ceased to be disabled
Became a soldier again
The reaction is instant, he is back in business.
Outsiders have no thought and lightness in the body
Revenge, pain and longing, he threw everything
Grenade hurled through the windshield ...

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