Текст песни Кипелов - 09 - Призрачный взвод.

Fragile ice underfoot,
The platoon goes to the Sunrise,
Shadows in the snow - prints of souls.
Do not make a guess,
Who will survive whom,
If God for us - will bring trouble.
It's so easy to land in the ground,
Just to know - for whom.
 
Up, to the transcendental distances,
In the edge of not taken heights,
Where everything began,
Platoon goes to sunrise
In the edge of not taken heights,

In war, as in war,
Life is not someone else's price,
The white shroud is thrown down to us with
vertices,
The fire knocked us out a third,
The echo multiplies the word "death"
But there is no doubt for him who is alive!
Shouted his mouth with a cry:
We do not rent our own!

Scarlet color over the hills spilled
In a hasty hand,
And the crane wings fly,
We're calling for ...

It's so easy to land in the ground,
Just to know - for whom.
 
Up, to the transcendental distances,
In the edge of not taken heights,
Where everything began,
Platoon goes to sunrise
In the edge of not taken heights,
Up, to the transcendental distances,
In the edge of not taken heights,
Where everything began ...
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