Singer: D-Man 55

But we can breathe.
We are not the first to run on the road.
Stay those who do not pity myself;
Who needs permanent.

Light instead of a chandelier, the corner of the mattress.
While we're talking in Russian - it is enough with us.

Heap of the herd, faceless crowd is a society? So I'm wild.

If the soul is trash, do not paint the bows.

While in breast pump pumps blood, do not care what a broken nose or split the eyebrow.

See not looking into my eye sockets, I see in the reflection pass position.

Body tired, asking for water and rest on your allowance smelling of steel and gunpowder.
Night crossing, night on the bumps, fearlessness and the will to let the overall victory will fall.

My town in the frozen region, but very soon and then the sky will explode fireworks
Imagine how the soldiers in the trenches singing softly speak: "Thank you, I remember."

Rations of the siege, the dust, the blisters from the shovel and drew trenches shield under the snow.
Moscow - Berlin, the direction is set to lose everything and everyone, this is not a dispute about the views.

The grid roads are broken, in the grass flattened, very often wounded on the ground, craters from shells,
In the dew-drenched trees under cannonading ever lay a heavy trail of a nameless soldier.

If freedom, freedom from vices.

Life is like a movie posture and actions.

There are always those who are worse than when we are in trouble.