Текст песни Север2003 - есть у меня в запасе гильза от снаряда Воляник Дима

Spotlight fumbles cautiously Hills
And from that night seems darker.
That month, I did not take off his tunic,
Which month does not unbuttoned belt.

I've got left sleeve of the projectile,
In a tobacco pouch embroidered - sweet home-grown tobacco.
Soldier surplus property is not necessary.
Makhno, without looking at the front say.

A soldier keeps in a faded overcoat pocket
A letter from his mother, but a handful of his native land.
We have to win no regret.
We even heart as HZ not cherished.
What do you wish you today before the fight?
After all, we in the fire and smoke we go not for awards.
Let's change the fate with you.
Makhno, without looking at the front say.

We learned under fire not walk hunched,
Living random part is not grieving.
That is why, our native Guards Corps,
One hundred grams of a trailer for you to drink.
As long as the clouds above the ground more closely,
For us no peace and there is no turning back.
So what's with you my farewell to share?
Makhno, without looking at the front say