Everything goes according to the Plan for Chekist the main and his clan
as if nothing really matters,
In addition to the barrel of jam and baskets of cookies
and with whom will go to intelligence,
if not even confident in yourself
In this country, the back of your fools do not
But some preacher carries nonsense and believes himself:
"The blood of the dead heroes will have to break down the boots
Songs of the heroes of the stock industry will strengthen echoing and birds
The memory of the fallen forever will remain in the heart of the saved country
War bare again, but the victory will come, there will be a bright day after the war! "
And so, until the older generation tries
quietly drinks or famously sells homeland
The young war in fashion
and on her increased restrictions in
as the only right output
War, the lot of young
Here they are capable of die heroes
Ready to work and defense
Sons go to battle ...
the possibility of injustice to give
War attracts homemade boys
and they are puzzled, belly bayonet on the advanced plowing
hopelessness, gloomy and meaningless of this bloody massacre
War-War of Molokososov, they bring the brain
and send to slaughter more experienced, more adults
Well, neither feather either fluff!
Powder did not smell?
So look, babies
For ideals fake
Under bullets Durai
MON AMI
Mary Time, Paranoia General
endless eternal fatigue
Well, that
there, where hatred and anger rule the ball
Imagine yes
Different in opinions
And now the field of war lead sown
bully fly
In the trenches of the backs of SUTUILIM
Did you fall on the side?
Do not think about just shoot!
Here is a medicine against wrinkles,
case for real men
Electsire youth, Eternal Spring Soul
Losing human appearance completely
You will find harmony-if you stay alive
Only young forces to withstand this nonsense
I called all adversities to remain hard as hammer and sharp as a sickle
Relieve value, find faith
and justify everything that is aimed at winning
oh road dust yes fog ... perhaps
The surviving mind would not touch, they will meet later, but for now we do not need to regret
After all, youth is what helps not to move the roof.
In this cutter ...
Arriving-whole world Creates chaos, Using on the Most High
And I am a redhead, also succumbed to the propaganda of the leaders
My faith, love and hope
Wish me in good luck
And do not spare, do not call, do not cry
War-War of Molokososov, they bring the brain
and send to slaughter more experienced, more adults
Well, neither feather either fluff!
Powder did not smell?
So look, babies
For ideals fake
Under bullets Durai
MON AMI
And the living will envy the dead, remembering how it all began
how proudly built rainbow plans
seemed to victory - here it is near
do not go far
Medals and orders
Hero will find award
a little farta and any task on the shoulder for you
But good luck soldier turned out to be a whipping boy
You will overcome the youth, believe me, son! -
spoke by the military board
And you were young, you still did not know how to read between the rows