Король и Шут - 9. Три Стрелка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Three army shooters fled from the regiment and in the gorge among the rocks they made a halt. They began to discuss their affairs sitting by the fire, everything was skewed like a hurricane, a giant Wai-Vai burst to them! Wi-Vai! And he grabbed his machine gun by the youngest of the soldiers with a groaning from the torn wounds, a terrible giant collapsed from the gorge, leaving the night, three shooters ran into the night and in the wanderers between the rocks, suddenly one of them disappeared! Wi-Vai! For three days they walked, walked, not knowing the way, moaned one soldier: "Do not find a way out, brother!" And only this he said, as he got into the trap with his foot, and on the tree hung his head down Wi-Vai! Wi-Vai! Wi-Vai! Wi-Vai! The second shooter ran away, did not help a friend in the grief, and the rock hit the running shooter all the abruff, like a hurricane, a giant appeared, he ripped off the skin from the corpse, and the bonfire began to cook wi-yai! Wi-Vai! Wi-Vai! Wi-Vai! Three army shooters fled from the regiment and in the gorge among the rocks they made a halt. ...Interference...