Песенка (не для настроения (просто решила вставить ведь как раз под нее читаю эту манхву )ведь сама суть текста трагична ):
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Oh, what a waste of
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Блондин хоть и был ниче так на ебальник одномоментно стал ублюдоном и уродом
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Песенка (не для настроения (просто решила вставить ведь как раз под нее читаю эту манхву )ведь сама суть текста трагична ):
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Oh, what a waste of
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Блондин хоть и был ниче так на ебальник одномоментно стал ублюдоном и уродом
Боже кто из вас мерзкий, урод блондинистый