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Author and performer of the song: Alexandra Koshka Sashka Pavlova
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How the clouds came in the morning,
And now the moon is shining clear.
Mary-beauty weeps bitterly,
Only it is now in vain.
The guy is statuesque, intoxicating summer,
Yes the summons came in the fall,
How many songs have been sung about it,
What the fuck is this song?
The stars are shining, the girl is crying,
And the boy dreams of something else:
Automatic, yes car of good luck,
To fight, to wind in the face,
I've never seen him miss a punch before.
Tomorrow he will get up, and a song in his teeth,
My mother will hug me and jump into the gazik.
And instead of saying goodbye, he waved a tanned hand out of the window,
He will rush to the place where the battle begins in smoke and tears,
Where the stars burn together with the sky, you can't see a thing from the smoke,
Where the river is behind the forest, the front is behind the river, and the enemy is behind the front.
And the enemy is always the enemy,
Do not share bread with him, do not call him into the house,
Even if the air still smells,
He, though calm, is still an enemy.
If he, like you, did not drink up his honor,
The enemy can't be the former, it will be and is.
Be faithful to the sight, and do not waver your hand,
You will die when you feel sorry for the enemy.
Automatic, yes car of good luck,
Only the guy is not happy again ...
Letters go, the girl is crying
Adding verses to the song.
The offensive has been going on for a year now,
And other people's huts are burning,
The enemy is running, but what's interesting,
That you and he are like brothers.
Just like you fought the boys
From the yard, hands smashing,
The boys saw him off,
And the girl saw him off, sobbing,
And it's a shame that the case was given to b,
He would have beaten you with a vengeance -
If once called himself an enemy,
At least be a hero enemy.
And instead of cursing him, dedicating live poems to him
You laugh about the fact that it would not be death, but vodka from this hand.
The sunset trembles in the embrasure, and a grin creeps up my cheeks,
How nice it would be to drink a hundred grams now to such fierce enemies...
This is a saying, not a fairy tale,
In war, grief howls like a wolf.
The word "lyrics" is dangerous here,
The one who whines does not live long.
The order was given - he defended himself
Shooting at you in the dark,
You chased him through the mountains
By itself calculating it:
The same gestures, the same habits,
God, maybe they really are brothers!
If you don't kill, you can't survive,
Oh, to come, to ask my father...
and the sky trembled in the sight,
Tears are not hiding. And the fight was long.
Too bad he wasn't your friend.
You're stronger. And thank God.
And instead of praying to heaven, you send the last bullet
In memory of someone who was honest and brave, but called himself an enemy.
Well, the song ended, and in general, the fight ended.
Well, you're sad, buddy, now your truth is with you...