Stalker

The quiet rustle of dried leaves, twisted tree in the empty valley,
Through the fog, through the "acid teeth"

You are sneaking along the alley.
it's a long way behind the line,
but it's not time for rest or crying:
The machine gun still telling "die" everyone who will come for dying,

there are four guys behind your back
they're carrying the hurted on a stretcher,
there is no way for turning back, you should pass through the "hands of the catcher".

chorus:
And you can't miss anything,
And you can't reduce your attention,
And you cannot give yourself to kill —
You repeating this spells-protection.

Someone say: "The rest is a fate ..."
Someone say: "You can't get away ...",
but without fight - it's not a "fate".
Move your way, then see who will celebrate.

You,  for those who behind your back — a wall
And they are — the sense of your life .
Here is everywhere — total war,
You are run on the blade of the knife ,

but you don't leave friends to die,
And you don't waiting for death,
if this all has started — you won't change your mind:
You will fight for life while you breathe.

chorus:
And you can't miss anything,
And you can't reduce your attention,
And you cannot give yourself to kill —
You repeating this spells-protection.

Someone's say: "The rest is a fate ..."
Someone's say: "You can't get away ...",
but without fight - it's not "fate".
Move your way, then see who will celebrate.