S.T.A.L.K.E.R - Душегуб...Нацепив дробовик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hooking a shotgun, I crawl on the path. I will beat the swamp, I will check mushroom places. Let his soul get to warm up the stars. Yes, according to conscience, it is necessary to put the grave of the cop, that in the spring scared me shot into the air ....