Текст песни Братва не стреляйте друг в друга - Е.КЕМЕРОВСКИЙ

Mates do not shoot (E.KEMEROVSKY)

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1.Utro frosty morning cold
      Man in the white shirt carry
      And in the funeral march, but on Vagankovo
      Oh, how the latter is heavy your way
         Lower slopes relatives
         That's the final blow hammer
         It devalues ​​life, and what is now the truth
         If sobbing so eager soul

    R: The Fellowship, do not shoot each other
      You have nothing in life to share
      Roundtable Forget insults
      After all hard to bury friends

    2. You Russian, strong guys
      And the spirit you never, no one take
      Only now, in a black veil
      Mournfully bowed weeping mother

              (loss)

R: the same; (loss) R: | the same | 2p A-ah ...

Do not shoot at each other ...