I.L.A.Y., С.В.О.Й feat. П.Сулейманова - Едем за ленту
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Who's where?
And my brothers and I are at war!
Like kids, late into the night in the yard, playing war games
But in our hands it's not toys at all
Who's where? And I fucking miss you!
And I fucking miss you
That I can't breathe
I can't breathe, no I can't breathe

I've been dreaming about you my dear for days
I fall asleep under bullets, they know something in the sky
Bad connection, kiss my baby for me
We're at the position, they gave Bandera a break
Taking pictures in front of the BZ is a bad omen
I'll put it in Telegram to send a video
For you, my little one, I'll come back from the other world
You'll watch it tomorrow, but so that the children don't see
Your friends are running, a stranger brought them a summons
My friends have been on the peacekeeper website for a long time
You can't escape war, it will come to your house
It will rain hail on the ground, your native region
Good weather here is called bad
Gray birds circle in pairs overhead
Brother writes a legend on the side with white paint
Holy father, sprinkle water, we're going for ribbon

Who's where?
And my brothers and I are at war!
Like kids, late into the night in the yard, playing war games
But in our hands it's not toys at all
Who's where? And I fucking miss you!
And I missed you so much
That I can't breathe
I can't breathe, no I can't breathe

Remember Seryoga, my colleague, he burned in a tank
He paved the way for us, led the squad
Give it to his wife somewhere in civilian life
We will take revenge, and we will put up a monument by summer
The imperial flag is waving on the battlefield
My one fighter here, there are five of you
If you chickened out, then two hundred, there is no other way
My second family, every soldier is a brother
In his card, there were notes of unfit for service
But the son of a bitch, somehow broke out because of old friendship
He traded the soft sofa for the dirt of the trenches
A warm robe, for a bulletproof vest and an AK without extras
You are at the victory parade, raise flowers
We remember you, our grandfathers and fathers
Steel tokens, we will return as others
All our nicknames from childhood, have become call signs

Who's where?
And my brothers and I are at war!
Like boys, late into the night in the yard, playing war games
But in our hands it's not toys at all
Who's where? And I fucking miss you!
And I fucking miss you
That I can't breathe
I can't breathe, no I can't breathe
Who's where?
And my brothers and I are at war!
Like boys, late into the night in the yard, playing war games
But in our hands it's not toys at all
Who's where? And I fucking miss you!
And I fucking miss you
That I can't breathe
I can't breathe, no I can't breathe