Винтовка Харви - Контрабанда
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Smuggling

Our caravan was blown up on a mine
The time of World War II
And now the whole team and passengers
With their smuggling go to the bottom
The compartments are broken and from everywhere
Roar and hum of mechanisms come
And those who are waiting for us on the shore
Will not receive their souvenirs

Where am I, where you can't make out
The sea does not care who and how to accept
On the angry armored plates are not visible
Titles, regalia, awards and positions
After all, we are no more, so far no one understands
Angels will deliver smuggling upstairs
After all, we are no more, so far no one understands
Angels will deliver smuggling upstairs

Who we are the victims of those distant events
Or reason for insurance payments
Fell, fighting in the struggle for the world
Or will we be forgotten soon
They will put a pedestal in the port
And conduct with an army escort
After all, our caravan was blown up on a mine
The time of World War II

Where am I, where you can't make out
The sea does not care who and how to accept
On the angry armored plates are not visible
Titles, regalia, awards and positions
After all, we are no more, so far no one understands
Angels will deliver smuggling upstairs
After all, we are no more, so far no one understands
Angels will deliver smuggling upstairs