19 лет

Cot, ball under the table ,
Portrait on the wall - the band on it.
You're still small, he's your older brother .
The same thirst for life , the same gentle look .
The full moon , the light in your window
He has long been killed in a foreign war .
Nineteen days all the rains .
How to tell you - you did not expect ...

Lift up your eyes - how is it possible to sit ? ..
All equates death - black river
It's easier to die than to kill the enemy.
Rain on the glass - it is not water ..
Tears of those who claimed the war
At nineteen years

Snake on the shoulder and earring ring.
At nineteen, he left home .
Bold poems, harsh words ,
On the table, string , but she's dead ...
The main thing - the war , the music - then.
At nineteen, he left home .
You're still small, he's your older brother .
The same thirst for life , the same gentle look .

Unclench his fist ! How is it possible to sit !?

All equates death - black river .
It's easier to die than to kill the enemy.
Her throat froze cry , let trembling hand ...
In the palm of his blood, and earring.
At nineteen years
All equates death - black river .
It's easier to die than to kill the enemy.
Rain on the glass - it is not water ...
Tears of those who claimed the war
At nineteen years ...