Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Война - работа спецназа

Above us the sky mountain prop
Shaggy hats secular snow.
Here the air is somehow smells of bread
And drowning in bluish haze hum of steps.
Running shoes worn to the obscene,
But they do not slip on the stone foot
In camouflage no stars, no lychek,
And all are equal under the bullets of the enemy.
War - the work of the special forces,
The sky is crying God clergy,
Jihad in the Caucasus foothills
First to break the peace.
At the bottom stained with the blood of the people,
Lead and steel tear the flesh of the earth,
Second company under fire guns
Lead to attack the devil and the Lord.
But we go, we go guys already,
To this terrible, blind death
Under blued barrel of a gun
Methane and whined like a beast.
War - the work of the special forces,
The sky is crying God clergy,
Jihad in the Caucasus foothills
First to break the peace.
When a person hit zhzhёny gunpowder,
Soul sang in unison with destiny.
Angel on duty with the rank of Major
I watched from heaven as we go into battle.
And in an eerie glow crimson flares
Barely visible in the din of the elements,
A familiar voice barely audible
He asked us, repeating: & quot; Do not kill ... & quot;
War - the work of the special forces,
The sky is crying God clergy,
Jihad in the Caucasus foothills
First to break the peace.