Song: Friend Serge

A month of writing we do not write
Month grey dust breathe
A chain of mountains and plains,
We close our backs.
Spirits from the flanks, from the rear perfume,
Swarmed like flies.
The road exploding mines,
Who shot the sting in the back?

Well, now don't expect mercy,
I'll get you, bastard.
Pray in the soul to Allah,
I court you, and scaffold.
Where you compete with me,
For two I'll fight!
For myself and for Sergei,
You give us the way.

Now let me will be hard,
Today let empty flask,
Not each returned from the battle,
But still the two of us.
Now I have two hearts
Will not give the Sting of death.
If alive I - alive demi Lovato
After all, the one we road.

You know, people - alive demi Lovato
He'll judge me harshly.
If the vows I break,
If in battle I would chicken out,
For two me to live in the world,
I am now responsible for everything.
I have two chest wounds
Now I have two moms...

Life and death are in the same boat,
I water leave the flask.
I bow down to you, Serge,
I'm sorry, the road is calling.
My turn is not far off,
But as long as the memory is still with us,
Save your vest,
Son will learn fearlessly.

Make sure you take along the way
The name of each son Serge.
- Be patient,
A Friend Of Serge... Brother Serge...


Marianne Sharovatov Serge