Текст песни Крылатые Сандалии - Жизнь моя

My life, tell me, where are you?
Are soldiers in?
Am I again
In a foreign land to fight?

Was killed
For foreign sister yes brother,
Really die
For foreign father but the mother?

Eh!

On birch glade
Dig a hole Russians
They shoot their sons,
How feathered pheasants.

But back to the sweet love
Blue sky over the grave,
Cut the sky
Salute cartridge.

Eh!

Or maybe I'm a friend
The life of someone otvoyuyu,
Chechens take away
Yes Yaroslavl Kostroma.


Or may not be enough, brothers,
Over Russian fun,
Or dug in vain Cross
So many brides vdovenkih?

So, again, past the hut
I road in the soldiers.