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Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Arandor
Hawthorne Heights - I Am On Your Side
Be strong. Believe
Arandor
The Cranberries - Liar
Be strong. Believe
WhiteLizard
Helloween feat. Candice Night (Blackmore's Night) - Light The Universe
Basta - War
Who wages wars, who sends soldiers forth,
To illuminate victories with the blood of the enemy,
The detachments march. Soldiers bandage their wounds,
Stubbornly, directly, blood flows like from a tap.
Lamps go out in temples when heroes are buried,
And those still alive prepare for the final battle.
A soldier looks at the sky, but doesn't see a god,
He whispers to himself, "Just hold on a little longer..."
My country is like one big barracks,
Apparently, this is our karma, Che Guevara.
Warriors of Islam, a green banner,
Found war somewhere in the pages of the Quran.
Money signs mixed with preaching,
Holiness, stained with innocent blood, and
The leaders sharpen their knives, spreading disinformation,
Power is in the hands of oprichnik thugs.
Life, death - by the decision of the emperor,
Unhappy Themis - you have been poisoned long ago,
Remelted into coins and distributed,
Recognition of the law has been beaten out of us with whips.
We deafen the Almighty with tearful prayers,
But why don't you hear us? You see,
Rivers of blood overflow their banks,
We are losing our fathers, we are changing our gods...
I am a son of war, always ready for battle,
When the poppy blooms, I will put on my khaki,
Hatred in the tanks, fuel in the fires, brother,
You see blood from your ears, you hear the text on the sheets,
Crosses in the ground, stars on the epaulettes,
In the spring, birches weep for the heroes,
Sad brides braid their hair,
And sacred frescoes are created for the world.
We bury the young behind the old,
A flash on the right, an ambush on the left,
You hear, pass a letter to my mother,
Brother, throw bandages, I'll bandage the wounds!
I lived - not enough, didn't see my son,
Tears are a reaction to these bright flashes,
Is this the end for us? No, buddy,
Now the shortness of breath will pass, and we'll move on, guys!
There are many of them, too many, but it doesn't matter, because we are Russians!
Hey, your eyes have become a little dull,
Get up, get up, it's too early to surrender -
He's dead... I don't believe it, stubborn...
Straight, across the fields, there in the ravine, I'll lie down,
The flask fell out, the dogs are after me,
I run headlong, not looking under my feet,
Something incomprehensible, I whisper to God,
The touch of a scalpel - a sniper's bullet,
I fell to the ground, and slowly got up.
The pack was approaching, it seems I'm in the minus again,
Goodbye, mom - we won't see each other anymore.
I looked at the sky - I have never seen it like this before,
I sat on the ground, covered myself with a torn cloak,
In my left hand, a grenade, closer to my chest,
I pulled the pin... one... two... three...
Maybe I already posted this text, I don't remember. But the track is magnificent, I still listen to it.
Пара банок пива, снаряд дешевого пойла Ракета прущего дыма и море свободы Серьезные помыслы, прущие скорости, мама с вопросами: - Куда ты дел совесть? Стань взрослым. Я в ответ молчал виновато - Посмотри на брата, разве трудно быть нормальным? Им не понять меня, не поменять меня Хотели поломать меня - им не поймать меня В чем моя вина? Думал бежать отсюда, хлопал дверями злобно - Обида-паскуда Мама била посуду и тихо плакала Молилась за меня Богу - свечи ставила