Текст песни От Афгана до Чечни - Новый год в Чечне.mp3

New Year once again on a business trip
Sergeant got cheap vodka
Black bread, pickles and jams
That is not the table, and just enjoying
Complete PC is a grenade
We reflect any attack
And let us drink and not enough
No one, no one, not condemn

New Year in Chechnya, Grozny in flames
White snow falls on the palm of your hand
Pour bro, for our wives and mothers
What we are waiting for our death will not believe
New Year in Chechnya, Grozny in flames
White snow falls on the palm of your hand
Pour bro, for our wives and mothers
What we are waiting for our death will not believe

I do not care for this bad weather
I live through the day, and thank God
Maybe tomorrow at dawn bullet
She do not care who she is stupid
Complete PC fireworks
Tracers, we decorate the sky
And when the clock strikes twelve
Let's drink to the victory of our brothers

New Year in Chechnya, Grozny in flames
White snow falls on the palm of your hand
Pour bro, for our wives and mothers
What we are waiting for our death will not believe
New Year in Chechnya, Grozny in flames
White snow falls on the palm of your hand
Pour bro, for our wives and mothers
What we are waiting for our death will not believe