[bad word] wars
Who sends warriors
Victory cover -
Spilled blood of the enemy
They go detachments -
Soldiers patch wounds
Stubborn, straight,
Blood as tap
Extinguished the lamps in the temples
When buried heroes
Still alive preparing
To last battle
The soldier looks at the sky,
But do not see God
Yourself whispers -
Wait a bit
My country is like one big barrack
Apparently it is our karma - Che-Guevara
Wars of Islam, a green banner
Got a war somewhere in the pages of the Koran
Currency notes interspersed with sermons
Sanctity smeared
Innocent blood,
The leaders sharpen [bad word] dezu
The power in the hands of aprishnikov, Thugs
Life, death by a decision of the Emperor
Unhappy Themis, but you long poisoned
melted, coins and distributed
Recognition Act of us engraved whip
Tearful pleas stuns Almighty
But why do we not hear you?
You see, the river of blood emerging from the coast
We lose our fathers, we are changing the Gods
I am the son of warAlways ready for battle
When the bloom poppies, I'll be dressed in khaki
Hatred in the tanks, diesel fuel in fires
Brother, you see the blood from the ears? Listen,
Text sheets
In the land of crosses
On the shoulder straps stars
In the spring of heroes shed tears birch
Untwist braids, Sad bride
Exude peace sacred frezki
We are burying young for the elderly blind
The flash on the right, left ambush
Do you hear?
Give my letter to my mom
Brother Kinh bandages -
bind up the wounds.
He lived a little, not seen his little son
Tears,
Reaction to these bright flashes
We cover!
No, friend brother
We will be out of breath
And SOCA Buddy
lot of them too,
Che because we [bad word] 
Hey, cheto your eyes have [bad word] some sort of dull
Get up, get up too early to give up
He's dead, I do not believe - stubborn
StraightThrough clearing
There in a ravine, I zalyagu,
Dropped flask
For my dogs
I ran, at breakneck speed
Not looking at his feet
What a strange whisper to God I
Touching scalpel
Sniper Bullet
I fell to the ground
And slowly I got up
Flock approaching
I came back in minus
Farewell mamulechkaNo longer see each other we
I looked at the sky
So I have not seen it yet
He sat on the ground,
Cover yourself ragged cloak
In the left hand grenade
Closer to the chest,
Pulled the pin
One, Two, Three ...