Oh, Do Not Ask Me

Attention all.
Attention all along and posts.
On Zastavna skirmish.
Wanted, a black BMW.
Room 555 VTC 163 region.
Three suspects, dangerous and armed.
In providing resistance to shoot to kill.
My children far away to paradise.
My kids just takes crude.
And I as a private Ryan.
He has lost all his brothers.
And if the daughter of my friend's funeral.
Ask me in tears.
Is it true that my father is in heaven?
I will say, & quot; Yes. & Quot ;, I will not lie to her.
More than once I was among those who carry the coffin to the cemetery.
And I was heavier than the other five.
Firstly, it is not just a friend.
He's still my brother.
And secondly, I'm just taller than the rest.
I'm scared of the late call doctors.
And words - & quot; I'm afraid to disappoint you, we & quot ;.
And those who know the script of nights ... keep silent.
Grasping so tightly and not let go.
Mother tears divided into three parts face.
And hot blood run cold.
Seeing his last journey, relatives kids.
I would like to say a lot to them.
But he does not say a word.
I would like you all to embrace the silence.
The ringing of church bells.
Looking at the photo with a black ribbon.
Not fully realizing that you have not.
Who stood to victory - boy, you and greetings.
Death staring into the eye through the barrel of a gun.
The sisters were crying excitedly.
Carries us through life sleet - ice.
A stray bullet hit the head.
Brother fell to the sand.
I'm like an old man che tambourine under his breath.
But that did not fall a tear.
I hang a sign & quot; Close & quot; on the eye.
I'm like an old man che tambourine under his breath.
But that did not fall a tear.
I hang a sign & quot; Close & quot ;.
When the day sink in pitch darkness.
From the near Mosque Azan go off.
I'll take on the tired face with his hand.
And slowly closed his eyes.
Called me in about a week.
And I instantly rush to the station.
Explain what I did not want to disturb.
I close my eyes noisy reserved seat.
Met questions - & quot; How to get there? & Quot ;.
Respond, respond, but nothing to say.
Rear remember that crepe was like a nut,
And I have to remember - Close your eyes.
Sit down the road a bit.
We walk into childhood, rewind.
And I did not have time to sleep really something.
Will cover the bed, closed her eyes.
Parents life broken,
Your product bears wheatgrass.
I put the windows of Dante's hell.
Otpetye out.
A second crack in the cold of winter give the fraternity.
With martial shmalyaet at the track enemies.
Closed eyes, one forever, others lived.
Who do you suggest dvizhnyak and threw mountain wear.
Him Bochin on lestnichkoy cell opener.
You will be removed at the same total.
And further still.
Just like that mutually drink,
The Fellowship of the hyenas are alive and they are polyagut.
The story is from the movie.
In the corner gathering dust albums of the former.
On the streets of Musar until melted.
Raids, chasing nalom.
Zhiteyka carried, circling flock of chordates.
Sleep entrances - see the whole sky in burgundy.
Freezes my area, the fog over the river.
Close your eyes, I remember again.
This photo on the plate, as colitis.
Diagonally stripe.
I will look as it had not been hurt.
Too often I closed my eyes. (2)
I'm like an old man che tambourine under his breath.
But that did not fall a tear.
I hang a sign & quot; Close & quot; on the eye.
I'm like an old man che tambourine under his breath.
But that did not fall a tear.
I hang a sign & quot; Close & quot ;.