Lyrics Bahh Tee - Porsche 911

And he is the same as me, like you, hundreds of others
Yesterday I ran around the tracks on the sorting
Well, today under the supervision of people in their caps
said goodbye to his mother and his beloved Masha
"Two years, Masha, this is not the time at all
two summers, two winters, two springs and two autumns
In six months you will give birth, and I will return my duty to my Motherland
I will return to you, do not cry, time passes
very quickly - joked that he would return as marshal
just write more often, tell us about our "
he recalled the conversation and knocking on the wagons
took his train from his native home

behind childhood, ahead service
Dresses, take-off, parade, drill and weapons
special forces ... in the cold, it's cold
through puddles in the range walked - this is the law
The one who falls, there they trample and either are united
you are with the rest, or dead bold loner
in hot spots hardened hearts do not know pity
and you can easily fall prey to a ridiculous prank
someone's ... passed the winter and closer to summer
he already serves between Nalchik and Ingushetia
with his mother and Masha rare calls, rare communication
acrid smoke, the first baptism. fighting
it is more important to be alive, and then to be yourself
and already three are waiting for him at home: Mom and son with his wife
after lights out, falling asleep, he
dreamed of the same thing ...
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Mom, I answer, you will be proud of your son
a young man leaving the house I will return a man
And I'll stand under the window once I'm on the 911th
and ... invite you to ride
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and it was hot at times, as on a steelmaker
fought with militants, on the banks. forgotten by the Gods
fists-stone, and not on the camera this game, but behind the baricade
hundreds of soldiers' helmets on graves and more often nameless ...
frames ... in the grandfather's hanging belts and automatic machines
and under the guitar of the song about the carriage reserved seat
that as brought so and carries home back
at the demobilization shouting "uraaaa" threefold
On the heart instead of brothers, that did not become only a patch
a couple of lives for winning - is the fee so high?
all rolled up, there is nothing to eat, nothing to spend
and living in a siege is very difficult not to precipitate
When the last patrol is reduced to a rescue plan
it's hard to understand the signs of fate allegorically
in the last battle, surrounded the friends of the three
shot all, and he dagger under the breath
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Mom, I answer, you will be proud of your son
a young man leaving the house I will return a man
And I'll stand under the window once I'm on the 911th
and ... invite you to ride
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They say an old friend is better than the new two.
But the one with whom he would like to emit his spirit is better.
He was lying on the battlefield, with a bayonet under his heart
the body rocked and did not warm the legs of the birch,
he smiled only rather, despite the pain he had,
that I happened to live with a raised head.
And to die with dignity, with people worthy of
to be buried. there were only three of them
one fate for each, the three nearest
he loved each of them in a brotherly way - sincerely.
For the fire in the soul, and in the eyes of the spark.
His family is their family, for the heart is pure.
Let them say that beyond the hill is a higher standard of living,
but above those who do not love the Motherland for money.
We have chosen our own way, it will be passed
The barriers are not terrible in the way of serving the Motherland.
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Mom, I answer, you will be proud of your son
a young man leaving the house I will return a man
And I'll stand under the window once I'm on the 911th
and ... invite you to ride
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