Текст песни Георгий Мелехин - Со звоном выплюнет затвор пустую гильзу

I as if the actor over the crowd, the arena
On a thin rope walk.
I as if on life's stage play
Brutal role.

Through the Army sight in black and white
I stare at the colorful world.
In this grim war, both on the chessboard
Death - a pawn, and I like a king.

Someone gave me the right, soul bullet punish,
Without looking them in the eye at the same time.
From a distance of life crosshairs
With breast temple.

Someone will say: & quot; The actor, you and he is not a saint,
And you'll get the same fate ... & quot;
But I say nothing, maybe pray
And press the trigger cold.

Chorus:
With the ringing of an empty spit valve sleeve
The old woman-wave her death scythe at the temple.
At the edge of life, as on thin ledge
Sometimes go a sniper ...

I find your purpose in perekrese lenses
Only a few small seconds.
I'm on the tip of the bullet keep someone's life,
How to hang in the balance.
War played out in a bloody spectacle,
But I could not turn away.
Froze for a moment, his teeth clenched tight,
starting the game snipers.

Chorus.

I can not get no, I moved all-in
His life against life a stranger.
I'm better, wriggle, crawl, go away,
Blood through the veins, as current.
I bony's ear shouts
That wants to take me with him.
Just pray aim to catch sight
And press the trigger cold .....

Chorus.