civil war [Theme] Page 2

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars.
My hands are tied
Everything I saw had changed my opinion,
But the war is all go and the years pass.
Without the love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
The bloody hands of the hypnotized
Which are a cross of assassins
History bears the scars of our civil wars.

The last shot with the heart crossed,
The inexorable final look,
But diaries who loved women
For their descendants will return.

Burn the family albums
Fireplaces heated on the coals,
From the walls of the Ipatiev house
Already suffocating fear
But my life has gone,
And left no trace.
On the horizon were burning
Their guiding star.

Bloody, drunken,
Even sing, though the wolf howl!
My native land,
What are you doing to me?

They had in stock MiG short
For rugged glory,
Sentimental beauty
They admiringly look after.
And on the triumphal parades
They are waiting for awards and ranks
But these scenes so fatal,
And those faces are so pale.

Haven't torn shoulder straps
No shot of the shelf,
Not yet red, and green
Ascend field by the river.

In the civil war people get the role of the barricades.

Any war between Europeans is a civil war.

Everywhere is dancing the smell of fear and power
The smell of the beast all known breeds.
It all burns indiscriminately of the suit,
Washing the blood of the eternal mountains.
Instead of the heart - a mixture of fire and iron.
Instead will wish for hell.
But we'll get you back on the same place.
Our faith and love is not a barrier.


Dekabrya will not leave their cities!Sad tittiranonda war

Our mothers pay taxes coffins.

For whom, for whom, for whom
Calls from shattering the bell?
Throat - the blood com -
Of the mountains-lov-ka.

Why is it always so immutable purpose,
To destroy the city, to see the brothers of the target.

Plague - like war. It awakens the basest inkstinkt. Not accidentally, plague and war always go hand in hand.

The civil war in Russia - this is not the shtabs-captain Ovechkin in a good uniform, at the restaurant, delicious drinking brandy and singing "God save the Tsar". The civil war is madness, death, attack in full growth without firing a shot, it split in half with his sword body, it is the cut arm of a revolver chins, it's blood and violence in its pure form, not the "elusive Avengers" and "Makary-trackers" and other cranberry that walks in people's minds. <...> what is the fundamental difference between the civil war and world? In the world - you can go to their countries and say, "everything was possebility little by little, and will..." - and in the civil war you have nowhere to go and you will just kill to the last enemy. That's scary.