Эхо войны

You saw the torture ? Saw executed rat ?
Seen as a whole detachment soldiers sat on a syringe ?
And indifference on their faces at the time of the murder clean
It makes no sense .
Order bury enemies? What the hell?
We threw the body into the pit , but only wounded , not dead .
Foreign land covered dozens of bodies ,
Bedding her sons gray blanket.
I'm going back home was not even happy
There I - soldiers , and here - sick scumbag , degenerate .
Whom I will be here , fuck ? Carpenter ? Cook ? Or what?
Life lived , she chewed me as doshirak .
Dreaming of old barracks , as again go on the attack,
Sheathing Volokolamsk broke in two grenade.
Orderly , his white robe , near the church bells .
I ask with broken legs coffee and milk there
We rode on the armor around the abandoned city
If the silence around her, know it says : "War ."
I am a veteran , to order me , but all the friends lost ...
My color - camouflage , along the dusty road now creeping caravan.
I remembered squad dozens of awards all came posthumously
I fought ... and seen around here all the fun.
Mereschatsya still on the body of his wife cadaveric stains ..
After the war, I dream to go back ...