Lyrics Сергей Тимошенко - Бросок в рай

Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Omsk

FM #___________________________
The cams are cut into the cold ground,
___ F7 #____________ HM_________
Column crawling in the mountains like Python
________________________ Fm #_______
Then to the blood in the last attack
___ HM ____________ C7 #____________
Our battalion fit into history
With our backs left the plains,
We go to the sky, we were released into paradise,
But the peaks are celebrated by a squall of lead
_____ D __________________ C7 #______
Through how foil burning armor

__________ Fm #__________ D
And the order sounds again,
________ HM _______________ C7 #
Dog legs snapped the machine gun
Groceries mines and whistle grenades
Instead of Paradise, we were straight in hell

2.
As if the cliffs squeeze us by visets,
But only the enemy in captivity lives us not to take
And his breasts, departing passes,
With a bony old woman go dancing
Bumping into the teeth in the bristle of granite,
In a spotted smoke, choking, crash
Here every span of our blood polita,
And on top in us beaten over fire

But we know what we are going
For what live burn under the fiery rain
For the father's house, behind mothers,
What brought up real sons

3.
Tremble in the wind battle banner
And the stars flicker as sparks in the MGL
Sorrowful about the fighters of my battalion,
That silently lie on hot land
The fog for the gorge goes down low
He is like a phantom in darkness darkness
Above the fraternal grave as peak obelisk
Gray peaks crossed the ridges

Russia-mother, your sons
Again proved that they are true to you
And over the earth went down
And this means that we are sitting here not in vain