Текст песни Евгений Кемеровский - Братва,не стреляйте друг в друга

Morning frosty morning cold,
Man in the white shirt carry.
And in the funeral march,
Yes on Vagankovo,
Oh, how the latter is heavy your way.

Lower slopes of relatives and friends,
That's the final blow of a hammer.
It devalues ​​life
And what is now the truth
If sobbing so eager soul?

CHORUS:
Mates do not shoot each other,
You have nothing in life to share.
Roundtable Forget grudges,
After all hard to bury friends.

You, Russian, strong guys
And the spirit you never did take away.
Only now, in a black veil,
Mournfully bowed, sobbing mother.

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