Текст песни Лис - Раненый бумажный солдат

The wounded paper soldier
Through the icy glass
The flame of battles is spread
Blood spread the soul of a beet
Lousy vociferous male
A howl blew the retreat
Not hearing the shout: "Do not kill!"
Again he committed a crime

The wounded paper soldier
I threw a grenade in the TV
In the lace of events and dates
He performed the world sonata

The wounded paper soldier,
Who would like to be in your shoes?
In the bowels of painted lat
The voice is hopelessly smoke-free

He who created you, sleeps,
Unaware of the slaughterhouse
In the morning the body will free,
He will complete the war peacefully

The wounded paper soldier ...