Lyrics Жека - И парни умирали просто так
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F G Am
И парни умирали просто так,
F G Am
А тот, кто умер, тот уж не забудет,
F G C Am
Как Родина звала не воевать, не воевать,
F G Am
А медленно пытала тех, кто служит.
Припев:
Нас убивала медленно армейская кирза,
Начищенная духами до блеска,
И запекалась кровь на черных сапогах,
И запекалась кровь на черных сапогах,
Но армией зовется это место.
И парни умирали просто так.
Удары сапогов и крики мата.
Не лучше ль на войне, где виден враг, где виден враг,
Но вновь не уставная смерть солдата.
Припев
И парни умирали просто так,
А тот, кто умер, тот уж не забудет,
Как Родина звала не воевать, не воевать,
А медленно пытала тех, кто служит.
И парни умирали просто так,
F G Am
А тот, кто умер, тот уж не забудет,
F G C Am
Как Родина звала не воевать, не воевать,
F G Am
А медленно пытала тех, кто служит.
Припев:
Нас убивала медленно армейская кирза,
Начищенная духами до блеска,
И запекалась кровь на черных сапогах,
И запекалась кровь на черных сапогах,
Но армией зовется это место.
И парни умирали просто так.
Удары сапогов и крики мата.
Не лучше ль на войне, где виден враг, где виден враг,
Но вновь не уставная смерть солдата.
Припев
И парни умирали просто так,
А тот, кто умер, тот уж не забудет,
Как Родина звала не воевать, не воевать,
А медленно пытала тех, кто служит.
F g am
And the guys were dying just like that
F g am
And he who died will never forget
F G C Am
As the Motherland called not to fight, not to fight,
F g am
And slowly tortured those who serve.
Chorus:
The army tarp was killing us slowly
Polished to perfection
And blood was baked on black boots
And blood was baked on black boots
But the army is called this place.
And the guys were dying just like that.
Blows boots and screams mat.
Not better than in a war where the enemy is visible, where the enemy is visible,
But again, not the statutory death of a soldier.
Chorus
And the guys were dying just like that
And he who died will never forget
As the Motherland called not to fight, not to fight,
And slowly tortured those who serve.
And the guys were dying just like that
F g am
And he who died will never forget
F G C Am
As the Motherland called not to fight, not to fight,
F g am
And slowly tortured those who serve.
Chorus:
The army tarp was killing us slowly
Polished to perfection
And blood was baked on black boots
And blood was baked on black boots
But the army is called this place.
And the guys were dying just like that.
Blows boots and screams mat.
Not better than in a war where the enemy is visible, where the enemy is visible,
But again, not the statutory death of a soldier.
Chorus
And the guys were dying just like that
And he who died will never forget
As the Motherland called not to fight, not to fight,
And slowly tortured those who serve.