The stars are shining, the girl is crying,
And the other is dreaming about the boy.
The machine gun, yes the car of success.
To battle, let the wind in the face.
To let him miss the blow,
Never happened before.
Tomorrow will rise, yes a song in the teeth.
The mother will embrace, but jump into the gazik.
And instead of parting, waving a tanned hand out of the window,
Ran where the smoke starts and tears start the fight.
Where the stars are burning with the sky, from the smoke you can not see anything.
Where behind the forest is a river, beyond the river front, and behind the front enemies.
The enemy is forever an enemy.
Do not share bread with him, do not call him into the house.
Even if the air still smells of the world.
He, although calm, but still an enemy.
If he, like you, did not drink his honor,
The enemy can not be the former, he will be.
Be sure the scope is right, and do not push a hand.
You will perish when you regret the enemy.
The machine gun, yes the car of success.
Only the guy is not merry again.
Letters go, the girl cries,
Adding couplets to the song.
A year has already gone on the offensive.
And other people's houses burn.
The enemy is running, but what's interesting.
That you are like him like brothers.
As you fought with the boys
From the yard, hands smashing.
The boys saw him off.
And the girl weeps.
And it's a pity that the event was given,
He would have beaten you with a vengeance.
Kohl once called the enemy,
Be at least an enemy hero.
And instead of cursing him, devoting living verses,
You laugh about the fact that it would not be death, but vodka from this hand.
The sunset trembles in the embrasure, and the smirk creeps along the cheeks.
How nice it would be to drink a hundred grams to such fierce enemies.
But the enemy remains forever an enemy.
Do not share bread with him, do not call him into the house.
Even if the air still smells of the world.
He, although calm, but still an enemy.
If he, like you, did not drink his honor,
The enemy can not be the former, he will be.
Be sure the scope is right, and do not push a hand.
You will perish when you regret the enemy.
This is a story, not a fairy tale,
In war, a wolf howls like a wolf.
The word "lyrics" here is dangerous,
The one who whines does not live long.
There is an order - he defended,
In the dark you shoot.
In the mountains you chased after him,
By itself, calculating it.
The same gestures, some habits.
God, can really brothers!
Do not kill yourself - do not survive,
Oh, come, ask Batu.
And the sky was shaking in the sight,
Tears do not hide, and the battle was long.
It is a pity that he was not your friend.
You're stronger. And thank God.
And instead of praying to heaven send the last patron.
In memory of who was honest and brave, but called himself an enemy.
Well, that ended the song, and in general, the battle ended.
Well, why are you sad, buddy, now your truth is with you.
The enemy is forever an enemy.
Do not share bread with him, do not call him into the house.
Even if the air still smells of the world.
He, although calm, but still an enemy.
If he, like you, did not drink his honor,
The enemy can not be the former, he will be.
Be sure the scope is right, and do not push a hand.
You will perish when you regret the enemy.
