Lyrics 7Б - Полковник
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Эта история не вымысел мой,
В боях за свободу последней войной.
Я тот герой зацелованный богом,
Что выжил один из полка.
В белых халатах в желтых палатах
Латали меня по кускам,
Медные спицы снились мои ногам.
В белых халатах в желтых палатах
Латали меня по кускам
Медные спицы снились мои ногам.
Моя душа под потолком,
С моим полком ,с моим полком.
Моя душа под потолком,
С моим полком ,с моим полком.
Это случилось в бою как-то раз
Через мгновение обмяк мой каркас
Ангел хранитель семь суток подряд
Целовал меня в лоб
В белых халатах в желтых палатах
Латали меня по кускам,
Медные спицы снились мои ногам.
В белых халатах в желтых палатах
Латали меня по кускам
Медные спицы снились мои ногам.
Моя душа под потолком,
С моим полком ,с моим полком.
Моя душа под потолком,
С моим полком ,с моим полком
This story is not my fiction,
In the battles for freedom the last war.
I'm that hero kissed by a god,
That one of the regiments survived.
In white coats in yellow wards
They patted me in pieces,
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
In white coats in yellow wards
Bring me to pieces
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
It happened in battle somehow
In a moment my frame was limp
Angel keeper for seven consecutive days
Kissed me on the forehead
In white coats in yellow wards
They patted me in pieces,
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
In white coats in yellow wards
Bring me to pieces
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment
In the battles for freedom the last war.
I'm that hero kissed by a god,
That one of the regiments survived.
In white coats in yellow wards
They patted me in pieces,
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
In white coats in yellow wards
Bring me to pieces
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
It happened in battle somehow
In a moment my frame was limp
Angel keeper for seven consecutive days
Kissed me on the forehead
In white coats in yellow wards
They patted me in pieces,
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
In white coats in yellow wards
Bring me to pieces
Copper needles dreamed of my feet.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment.
My soul is under the ceiling,
With my regiment, with my regiment