Brat strelyaet v brata

[Bpm90, Em] Brother shoots brother, in his own blood.
The guys are going to die, killing their brothers.
Everyone, like zombies, has gone wild. A harsh redistribution.
This is not our war, brother.
The whole world has gone mad. Chorus:
Don't shoot in your own blood.
In memory of the fallen heroes, our grandfathers.
Blood will wash away, but conscience will not. It cannot be washed away.
It is in our hands to stop the nightmare

soulful folk