Текст песни Александр Борзенко - Снайпер

His SVD always with him
On the right shoulder belt presses,
And ship in a pouch pulling down
It someone's death, like a whim.

He sniper
He sniper
Sniper
Sniper.

And who is to blame and what is the wine,
That he was not drunk more wine,
What began to shave yesterday,
Not dogulyal their evenings.

He sniper
He sniper
Sniper
Sniper.

Lies in the shelter, drills whiskey
And his eyes full of mute anguish,
And my heart pounding as the wind door.
This guy - an ordinary animal.

He sniper
He sniper
Sniper
Sniper.

Excuse me, that gives the enemies of coffins,
Cutting off the life, like mushrooms,
Watching the victim through optpritsel,
Let all the same will be someone intact.

But he - sniper
He sniper
Sniper
Sniper.

His SVD always with him
On the right shoulder belt presses,
And ship in a pouch pulling down
It someone's death, like a whim.

He sniper
He sniper
Sniper
Sniper.