From crushed sugar bones, they distill alcohol for death
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
The war's moonshine
Muddy and strong ...
They distill and distill
Like sugar bricks
People ...
Death is the yeast
That makes the mash
From meat and bones ...
From the morning, artillery volleys
From there
Here
And from here
There ...
From the white smoke
The first drops drip ...
The trench fills the mug
Fear...
Everyone is drunk
And then
And there...
from crushed sugar bones
Driven to death
Alcohol...
Maybe you need to sober up?
Both of them
In a moment ?
From crushed sugar bones, they distill alcohol for
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