Текст песни М8 - Рабов не пускают в рай

I do not remember the world-in fact he died a long time
the world is now ashes in the place of the old world fire
Day became night-smoke fumes on concrete
night became morning, lit the rocket distance
on a granite plateau at the boundary lines
taking punches horde
Troopers choking the blood, keeps the border
unloaded, support, water
Blood baked on red sun
In July the bloody winter
Under a hail-200th is not hurt
be ashamed slaves alive
snapped the shutter, no bullets
melee bayonet and knife
when there is no strength to rise to his feet
F-1, the flash, I am alive
Meanwhile, in the cities of bleeding children
because usually the blood of children

soldiers returning from the battlefield
with a gun in his hand, without winning
the country can not remember hero
but the slaves are not allowed to paradise

Sleepy death looking in the window
smog fills the trenches,
crawls into manholes machines
It looks like a lit yellow box
Troopers die Catcher in the Rye
their faces covered with blood,
the sun does not dry the blood
fragments of bare bones,
Only in the eyes of wild fire
burn exposed nerves
the sight itself is the enemy
Men khaki piles of rotting in trenches
without ammunition, food and fuel
without hope just as well stay alive
Troopers comes to the front
death is to live
soldiers returning from the battlefield
with a gun in his hand, without winning
the country can not remember hero
but the slaves are not allowed to paradise
Meanwhile, in the cities of bloodshed children
because usually the blood of children