Lyrics DJ KreeG Happy New Year 2016 - Track 8
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Война.
И снова солнца закат
Я вижу перед собой
И не орёт наш горбатый
Не зовёт идти в бой.
Я вырезаю ножом
На деревянном бруске
Имя твоё
Мы с пацанами сидим
На рыхлой чёрной земле
И вспоминаем друзей
Падших на этой войне
И думаем об одном
Что у кого-то из нас
Будет пуля в виске
Война, бесконечная стрельба над головой
И лежит в сырой земле товарищ мой
Талисман сжимаю крепко я в руке
Тихо плача при луне
Пишу тебе я: пойми
Что нет моей здесь вины
Что нет назад мне пути
Я сам хотел бы уйти
И я прошу об одном
О самом дорогом
Любовь мою сохрани.
Нам предстоит завтра бой
Серьёзный и роковой
И будет вновь наша кровь
Проливаться рекой
А если переживу,
То ожидает меня дорога домой.
War.
And again the sun's sunset
I see in front of me
And our hunchback does not yell
Doesn't call to go into battle.
I cut with a knife
On a wooden bar
Your name
We are sitting with the boys
On loose black earth
And remember friends
Fallen in this war
And think about one thing
What of one of us
There will be a bullet in the temple
War, endless shooting above your head
And my friend lies in the damp earth
I hold the talisman tightly in my hand
Quietly crying in the moonlight
I am writing to you: understand
That it’s not my fault here
That there's no way back for me
I myself would like to leave
And I ask for one thing
About the most expensive
Save my love.
We have a fight tomorrow
Serious and fatal
And our blood will be again
Spill the river
And if I survive,
That awaits me on my way home.
And again the sun's sunset
I see in front of me
And our hunchback does not yell
Doesn't call to go into battle.
I cut with a knife
On a wooden bar
Your name
We are sitting with the boys
On loose black earth
And remember friends
Fallen in this war
And think about one thing
What of one of us
There will be a bullet in the temple
War, endless shooting above your head
And my friend lies in the damp earth
I hold the talisman tightly in my hand
Quietly crying in the moonlight
I am writing to you: understand
That it’s not my fault here
That there's no way back for me
I myself would like to leave
And I ask for one thing
About the most expensive
Save my love.
We have a fight tomorrow
Serious and fatal
And our blood will be again
Spill the river
And if I survive,
That awaits me on my way home.