Текст песни Роман Касай - Груз 300

We're home, "two hundred" come,
In the theater of the "war of local" visited.
And the dark night we start a conversation
With friends, his life in the battle to give.
You came back with no scratches on the body,
He brushed past death, to the other slowly.
Will glance inside, and actually
Lumbago war your soul.
A drink of water from a broken water bottles you
In the dream, as before, given to another.
The smoke on inhaling tobacco delish
And "third" standing up for the victims drink.
In the dream, the column you are accompanied by,
Now, do not dream dreams fabulous.
Male tears "Cargo 200" mourners,
Whose in "zinc" way was home from the war.
We live with a soul, crippled by war,
No longer look fabulous dreams.
Everyone who was once marked by war,
Home came "three hundred" from the war.