Текст песни Голубые береты - Старый ворон

Shouted crows in the sky
With black tucheyu mixed into trouble
The smell of blood bird feels harmful
The smell of blood on the hot ground

Do not get tired hover over a glade
Where the hostess turned death
And they sing the song of his burial
For someone who can not manage

Chorus:
Just a tired old crows
Breaking away from the pack flies
Naklevalsya for his life fell
Seen enough of those who are killed
And I can not understand in my old
What does the world so much evil
Why not live for good
Why smell the blood of the earth

And around the crow laughs
And can not understand the old man
May this blood shed Strongest
For crows is sweet, food

Not because the eagles crows are not the Falcons
Each creature has its own head
Blame a bird-black
What land soaked with blood

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