Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Ва-Ва-Ва

There is nothing to breathe the smoke
I want to close my eyes and go to sleep.
I do not want to see this mirage:
Reciprocating ringing, blood and courage.

And on top of crimson drops hail
On a whip and whip the enemy.
To enter this up to the sky with you friend.
Bay, dunce, and will not lose!

Chopped Liver in black dust.
About indulgence we did not ask.
Where terror and death, tears and fight
Only a decent return home.

Apparently saber lay askew
And yet the head on his shoulders.
Now I took aim, comrade, wait!
Werth bullet. Barrel rifled.

I also left the sky of freedom.
A strange feeling that the bright sun
It is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Bloody fire polyhnet.
The languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!

Vaughan holed a bayonet sunken chest.
But this is not enough. we must also rotate.
And past the nose splinter whistles
And the body of another rib zahrustit.

Vaughn is dead. In the eyes of his fear.
Mushrooms grow quickly through the dust.
All this sort will frighten.
Life has not taught us to forgive.

You want to go to hell, man?
Go to our squad will remember forever!
You do not live, you'll be like a shadow.
Just put on your vest buddy.
Your sleeping with a woman Communist,
And you're in a war, then you are clean.
Holy burned in your heart.
With us, whether you - find another.

I also left the sky of freedom.
A strange feeling that the bright sun
It is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Bloody fire polyhnet.
The languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!

I also left the sky of freedom.
A strange feeling that the bright sun
It is mine! Ee-ee!
Thrown into the fire, and the idea of ​​the principle of
And reckless thought our
Bloody fire polyhnet.
The languages ​​will lick the boots
My enemies.
Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va! Va-va-va!