Тим Тимов feat MeHecTpeЛb - родина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tim Timov

My homeland where my heart is somewhere quiet and calmly, where they sob on the birch explosion, their tears will sprink the surface of the lake glass now you look, friend in the soul of northerners, where minus forty is the norm, where the age-old Tyga Taiga Trees, sleepy stand covered under snow covered, where in the water of Tom, hesitates the sky, not Tomi me, about the quiet Don, Colin is red, my country is washed with blood and tears, but beautiful, it is clean water from the spring, in it the wisdom of life, that is not half mentality slave, boils like a foamy sea,

The desire for a simpleness, to the best share and freedom, oh this salt of the earth, covered with wounds of salt ...

Step Rinel, Vodka Samovar, Baranki,

But the Terrible Vanya went with a granature on tanks,

Eden de Zayne on the gate, not a ride here,

Let each one, but our guests tablecloth,

Let self-banned or scored snack,

sitting at the table native and you know what is Russian,

This is Dostoevsky, as in the mine that I climbed into our souls

This is a larger Sushi space, a country - titanium,

crushed the people, or just tired,

In pursuit of drag metal, in pursuit of the flush,

You are Russian people lose touch with the universe, ..

Where the great minds and thoughts will tell us the secrets

Where the worst of heavenly will seem endless to us, to remain indifferent will not be fortunate

And I am a whole cross on the temple ...

"Christ the Savior" ...

Drink me by spring water

I want to be with you, only with you.

Drink me by spring water

I want to be with you, only with you. (2x)

Mehetpelb.

Oblique blizzard shame apathy society, on rural settlements and on huge avenues, know where it is easy to catch Wi-Fi, but forgot where the homeland, she came out of fashion as voices on cassettes,

Information poison in the In-Neta tabs, debauchery and decomposition within the framework of advertising and clips, we are sitting on a bonfire of sinful life, and in this dance death we keep fun rhythm,

By the end of the week, the people in the grave rushing rushing, drown in a glass. Beggar for the last pennies, we are aimlessly life with our lives, and the body is already flies forward faster than the soul,

As raw blanks are raw under the census cutter, we are packaged according to GOST corrupt hand,

In a row as dolls will be put, let them be silent to face, everyone who did not fit into operation, to the list as marriage will be made,

I don't care about the system, my cross is carried by the cross, since Russia, Russia fell into my brown braid into me,

I'm born here, and when the light goes out in the eyes, I know, I left the trail, and my roots in it will go up,

I believe our fathers are not in pain in the work, we are not when they are not digitized and the calene will not bent

It's not understood by the mind, and damn not to measure, here to win learned to believe,

Vera keeps us, keeping the nonplus focus, not to take her strength, not to put print on it,

The man's path of distant, his homeland his berth, where the heart melts in the rays, and the river about the murmur,

Under the legs of the earth eating in glorious speeches, looking for a support on the devotees of your shoulders,

Many sky is anxious, I am infinitely yours, the sons of his sights with spring water !!!!

Drink me by spring water

I want to be with you, only with you.

Drink me by spring water

I want to be with you, only with you. (4x)