Армейские песни под гитару - Проклятая Чечня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Again, the butt of the machine gun stuck in his shoulder, immediately a sharp pain and a hot hand. A friend fell and calmed down - you don’t call him to that land that is all soaked in blood. There are many explosions, but the howl drowns out my hearing, the place has blown everything to ashes and fluff. You are standing in my throat, I hate you, you are a damned death called Chechnya. Under the name of Chechnya, under the name of Chechnya. It's hard for me to remember what happened here and how, who was smart and who was the last fool, who was right and who was wrong, my brother will never know about it. Those who have not been here, of course, will not understand me, maybe they will turn away, or maybe they will leave. After all, he does not understand human troubles when legs itch, which are no longer there. Which no longer exist, which no longer exist. After all, he would never be put in charge, how he was lying in the mud with a broken shoulder, how he was dragging an unknown fighter on his back, dragged him on himself and climbed to another, how do I dream all night all the same nightmare, how one armored personnel carrier destroyed a fire, young boys - we won’t return it anymore, their crew burned out very quickly alive, very quickly alive, very quickly alive. Mother, do not wait for him, he will remain there and his soul here is only subject to the winds. The crying of the girl will no longer drown out the shooting, a stray bullet decided his fate. Who returned from the war, he drinks everything bitter and swears that he will not kill anyone else. The one who praised God and stayed alive, went through hell and returned home, and returned home, and returned home