Ноггано a.k.a. Баста - Война
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Who is waging wars? Who sends wars?
Victory to illuminate spilled enemy blood,
There are detachments, soldiers are packed by wounds,
Stubbornly, straight, blood like a tap,
Lamps go out in the temples when the heroes are buried,
Still alive are preparing for the last battle,
The soldier looks at the sky, but does not see God,
He whispers to himself: "Be patient a little ..."
My country is like one big barracks
Apparently this is our karma - Che Guevara,
Islam war, green banner
Found war somewhere on the pages of the Qur'an,
Money signs interspersed with a sermon,
Holiness is stained with innocent blood, and
The leaders sharpen knives, starting the desk,
Power in the hands of guards-heads,
Life, death by decision of the emperor,
Unhappy femid, you have been poisoned for a long time,
Mashed on coins and distributed,
The recognition of the law of us is knocked out by rods,
We are stunned with lacous prayers: the Almighty:
"Well, why don't you hear us?
You see, the rivers of blood come out of the shores ...
We lose their fathers, we change the gods ... "
I am the son of war, always ready for a fight,
When the poppy blooms, I will dress in hucks
Hatred in Bucky, Solyar in Bonfires
Brother, see blood from your ears? You hear
Text on sheets, in the ground crosses
Stars of epaulets, in the spring of heroes, tears of birch pour
The braids are scolded by sad brides,
Holy frescoes exude peace ...
Burying the young for the old people blindly,
Flash on the right, ambush on the left,
Do you hear? Give the letter to my mother,
Brother, throw the bandages, bandage the wounds,
He lived little, did not see his son
Tears are a reaction to these bright flashes,
We have a lid! No, fellow countryman, brother,
Now the breath will pass, and pop, guy,
There are too much of them, and what? After all, we are Russians!
Hey, your eyes became some kind of dull
Get up! Get up! It is too early to give up
He died, I do not believe - stubborn
Directly, through the clearing, there I am in the ravine,
Flag fell, followed by dogs,
I'm running, headlong, despite the legs,
Something incomprehensible whisper to God I,
By touching the scalpel of a sniper bullet,
I fell to the ground and I got up slowly,
The flock was approaching ... I am again in the back of the campaign,
Goodbye, mother, we will not see you anymore ...
I looked at the sky, I have not seen him yet ...
He sat on the ground, covered with a torn cloak ...
In the left hand of a grenade, closer to the chest,
He pulled out the check. Once. Two. Three.