Дабл Ять - Кому-то
текст песни

I was eighteen
The military enlistment office called
To defend the Motherland
Young men
They swore in
They issued a cartridge
And sent them into hell
Where death is on all sides

For some, pain, for others, captivity
For some, moldy bread
For some, a kickback to an offshore bank
For some, a pitchfork on a tank

In a warm office
A plan was developed
To improve life
In a number of countries
All efforts were thrown
To resolve the issue
Countless
Mother's tears were shed

For some, pain, for others, captivity
For some, moldy bread
For some, a kickback to an offshore bank
For some, a pitchfork on a tank

The soldier grew sad
At his feet
What he gave for the Motherland
And to spite the enemies
Here's a medal for you
Hang it on your jacket
Don't hold a grudge
If something is wrong

For some, pain, for others Captivity
For some, moldy bread
For some, a kickback to an offshore bank
For others, a pitchfork on a tank

Days change
It's the same country
Some die for it
And others fill their pockets to the brim
The world is going crazy
Banknotes crunch
Amid lies and shit
There will be those who remain holy

For some, pain, for others, captivity
For some, moldy bread
For some, a kickback to an offshore bank
For some, a pitchfork on a tank