Have you seen torture? |
Did you see a rat being executed?
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Did you see how the soldiers with the whole detachment were sitting on a syringe?
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And the indifference on the faces at the time of the murder is pure
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It makes no sense
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An order to bury enemies? |
What the heck?
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We threw bodies into the pit, but only the wounded, not the dead
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Foreign land covered dozens of bodies
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Putting their sons to bed with a gray blanket
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I was not even happy to go back home
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There I am a soldier, and here I am a sick scumbag, a degenerate
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Who the hell am I going to be here? |
A carpenter? |
Cook? |
Or how?
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Lived life, she chewed me like Doshirak
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The old barrack is dreaming, how I go on the attack again
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A battalion commander from Volokolamsk was torn in two by a grenade
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The orderly, his white coat, next to the church, the bells
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With broken legs I ask for coffee and milk there
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We rode on armor, around abandoned cities
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If there is silence around, then know that it says: "War"
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I am a veteran, I have orders, but I have lost all my friends...
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My color is camouflage, a caravan is now crawling along the dusty road
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I remembered the detachment, dozens of awards came posthumously to everyone
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I ... fought, and here around I saw everyone having fun
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Still dreaming of cadaveric spots on the wife's body
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After the war, I only dream of getting back ...
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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We made our way through the mountains, ten people
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Death does not sleep and, like, it is here
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Well, are you happy? |
I whisper to myself: "What a hole!"
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And every dog in here knows you're the enemy
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Not far from here, half of our platoon was killed
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The captain has half a hundred languages in his bag - a polyglot
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This is not a landfill! |
This is for real, brother!
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I imagined it was not like that, seeing a tank on the crate
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And nerves to save the soldiers, at least for a minute
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I went first. |
I was lucky to step on a mine here
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A bright flash, then some kind of boil
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And I run after everyone, but I'm much shorter
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Came to myself in the hospital. |
All around white walls
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And my first question to the doctor: "My friend, legs, where are they?"
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It would be better to die in the mountains! |
Now endure
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I could have become a hero there, but now I'm nobody!
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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I thought hell was over, but he didn't even think about starting
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I dreamed of only one survivor when I was 20
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On the 5th day of fighting, he truly became a soldier
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They were torn apart, my grenade found the addressee
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The art of killing discard your thoughts, hide your fears
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If you have a machine gun in your hand, as they say...
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I shot in the chest, in the back in the open, from an ambush
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That's a shame, the enemies were not for my sake, and at home they are not very happy
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The girl that I loved, got married, did not dare to wait a long time
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I did not find the strength in myself to come to her there are two children
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Someone else's apartment, someone else's man, fuck it, she's a good fellow
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Well, did I puff the second low rank from the hands of the highest rank
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I am pleased, but only at night throws me into a cold sweat
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The same picture for a couple more seconds and it will kill him
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And I can’t do anything, brother, see you in hell
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My barrel is ready in a week, another one will be spit right in my head
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry
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Please don't cry |