Dreams are forgotten, dreams have left Dreams never ever will return You stand in blood completely You should continue, do not turn The big camouflage dressing gown Hides you from another's eyes Rifle with an optical sight You should have time to shoot first The purpose on a front sight, a finger on a trigger ...trigger…trigger!!! And a smile of death on the face... bigger...bigger!!! So shoot the soldier of fortune Targets killed by contract Path of unscrupulousness Will not expiate you, never! On the verge of the peace and war Now you are tired, don’t want more You - generation of a plague The hour of payment has come The purpose on a front sight, a finger on a trigger ...trigger…trigger!!! And a smile of death on the face... bigger...bigger!!! So shoot the soldier of fortune Target is under contract kill Path of unscrupulousness Will not expiate you, never!