Кочергин Владимир - Возвращаюсь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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On March 4, Vladimir was returning home along with the remnants of the Sergiev Posad riot police who were ambushed in Starye Promysly. “I think it was a major set-up,” says Volodya. Only 16 people survived, many were seriously wounded. Everything around was filled with stretchers. Nearby, on a stretcher, a riot policeman of about 30 years old was lying on a drip, having lost both legs. “Imagine, you’re happy to be back, but here it is. What feeling did we have when we returned? You go down the ladder, take a deep breath and say to yourself: “Well, that’s it, I’m alive!” The soul is so wide open. You like everything when you’re driving home in the car, everything around you is so great, all the people are so nice. Until you fall to the ground in a week. And do you people think that you are arguing? After all, the most beautiful thing is to simply live. And you are quarreling over some trifle. Remember this Sergiev Posad riot police, my God. After all, we are returning with arms and legs. What happiness! Upon my return, I was met by a driver in a UAZ. And I’m just off-scale, I tell him: “Stop it.” Not at your own entrance, at another one. I lived in a police hostel at that time; there was no apartment. I've been waiting for her for 8 years. I take my suitcase, guitar, sleeping bag, and go up to the 10th floor. I think, wow, the walls were painted a different color. And before everything was so shabby. I go up to my apartment - the number is wrong. He ended up in the next entrance. And my wife and daughter were looking out the window. We saw the car arrive. We thought someone had come from Chechnya to the next door.”