BRATEEVSKY, Skyth27 - Requiem
текст песни

This is a toast to the departed!
The brother takes the block or the checkpoint -
Happy candle on black
Post on the wall
I drank a full glass to the bottom
Full of these tears
I carry a cross made of wood to the churchyard!
We are going into the loop onto the platform -
The war takes away among the white birches
Some flags in the cemetery
The Lord is my shepherd, this is your pasture!
In the trenches they prayed to Daviche
No one promised an easy walk
Funerals are taking place at addresses
Who bequeathed what and to whom?
The native foreign land will smell like rowan
Where will children find shelter?
Mommy, my son is writing to you
There are dimples on the cheeks!
There's a pang in my chest
The photo in the frame fell to the floor and broke.
Signs like a dead swallow
Who bit the apple
Father goes into battle with them
And they walked through the white snow and in white slippers
World cloud atlas, sky compass
Someone was born, somewhere an eye went out
The special forces leave, go into the abyss
They decided everything without us
The result of any war is peace
But there is only one chance to get there!
Strong people are ballast for the weak -
It's the third hour in the temple
This is a toast to the departed!
The brother takes the block or the checkpoint -
Happy candle on black
Post on the wall
I drank a full glass to the bottom
Full of these tears
I carry a cross made of wood to the churchyard!
We are going into the loop onto the platform -
The war takes away among the white birches
War this winter
Metal taste in mouth
The smell of burnt rubber
These empty eyes -
Adrenaline withdrawal
The third dozen friends in the store
In the memory of faces
Silence of the air
War is a matter for the young
But who then should live in this world!
Dotted lines on the map
Drones fly, patch holes
The commander's new order -
Through the fields to the slaughter like cattle!
Every mistake has a name
Not everyone deserves a uniform
We will win, but the country needs peace and not a truce
Loans are repaid, wives are being paid
Funerals will come for daughters
They will drink again
Our good ones
You have to love your homeland -
A motorcade is coming
People stand on the sidelines
You have to love your homeland! There is only one
But other workers will come
This is a toast to the departed!
The brother takes the block or the checkpoint -
Happy candle on black
Post on the wall
I drank a full glass to the bottom
Full of these tears
I carry a cross made of wood to the churchyard!
We are going into the loop onto the platform -
The war takes away among the white birches