S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Дельные советы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Three stalkers are divided by advice.

- I took out a black jacket for myself. So now the bandits take me for their own! And do not touch.

- And I painted my suit so that from afar, it looks like an army body armor.

- And I put on an old, torn jumpsuit, and on my back the inscription: "I am a loser. You touch - and my failure will be conveyed to you." So closer than fifty meters at all, no one comes up at all!