Текст песни Подвальный Зек - Мятый ветеран

Crushed veteran, an old fag
I am grateful to him, he fought for us
He walks in buhoy oblёvanom jacket
With a wooden crutch in hand and hunting

His grandson leads to a tight leash
Santa veteran shed their blood & lt;
In the war the young and not crumpled hit
There Nazis shot & gt;, their corpses vomit
At forty-fifth year stormed Berlin
Germans in the ass fucked in the night screaming
Anecdotes in the trenches constantly hunted

Retreats advancing prisoner once got
But from there he escaped winter
In the form of ss on horseback
Kipisha creating then not garbage
Medal of Honor given to him
Without a sore grandfather went through the war

He goes under the colors dipёrpl sings
Frontline homies in the face does not recognize
Flowers wanted to impose a veteran
But he was wildly drunk and rasschitana
He unsettled on his feet and fell
Eternal fire its flame seized

Father, burn down shouting for victory!
Noisy orchestra drowned his shout
Grandson realized what a drunken grandfather
Strict collar is not removed in time

On the dirty pavement under the siren sounds
In terrible agony old man died