7.62 - Чечня
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Chechnya

Ground grass on Chechen land
Which all politicians are trying to share
Who do not care
They would just be a matter of money
And the mountains are all in the fire of the Chechen war
Such a impulse
So that they have a blessing from these charred roofs
And guys like him
18-20 years old they send from the house
Disassemble all this nonsense
I will not speak
Who was right, who is to blame
Everyone pulls the right alignment
But the government screech, and deputies yell
While our guys put their heads there
He was the same as everyone
Average growth, gray look
Brought there and gave the machine gun
The officer said: Bad there
We conduct fire on people and home

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I don't know who is right, who is to blame
Everyone pulls the right alignment
But people do not start war themselves
I despise this for those who rules us
We are super power
There is also money and power
But there is not enough strength to remove all this dirt
War in Chechnya, wash it off the face
So in this matter we are obliged to go to the end


And he fired
Maybe a year, maybe not
And anger overshadowed the light of him
He is used to the fact that they are enemies
And he himself is right
Above the corpses of friends, he did not give a move to the forests
And at a height of one
The platoon covered the mortar
He lies on the grass
His flight is broken
And then was captured
Where are the animals
And fragments buried in the body
He saw a look at
How they shot at a lying nearby
At the height of that they were together
Now he was thinking about one desire for revenge
Six months in captivity, then exchange
From the circle of dirty
In the circle of hospital white walls
Operation, then another
And here is a disabled person at the age of 20
Such an outcome here

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Maternal tears, heavy sleep
"I hate everything," he was repented
To work, no and you can’t study
When the memory of the war covers the eyes
And in St. Petersburg, everything is as always
Beautiful city, cold Neva
Admiralty became like a syringe
And there are much more Caucasian people here
So he saw everything, he wanted so
He sang songs about the guitar himself
And waking up in the morning, and going to bed
Disabled person recalls war every day
And time came together and came together the ways
He saw the enemy, he could not come up
He was sitting in Mercedes
Parked at the market
Based on the skin of the jacket
About a leather back
What shot at the same soldier
There, on a skyscraper, point blank from the machine
Pomegranate in pocket, check removed
He stopped being disabled
He became a soldier again
The reaction is instant, he is again in the matter
There are no outsiders and lightness in the body
Revenge, pain and longing, he threw everything
The grenade threw through the windshield ...


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