War

Down from the mountains to visit the Company,
it remains an ambush in the valley.
Fear creates a shoulder
a strong mark on the palm.
They pay the debt
brothers, sisters.
Shoot a shot of honor
the fallen war heroes.

The war, it is the karma of the uterus,
full of pus, which is too much stench.

The life I owe you,
and the balance of the hammer is too cold
snow in february.

The war in the heart of Ukraine,
it coldly pulsates choppy.
Friendship, either I got you
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