Честный - Путь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

God enjoy the path, God forbid the path. God enjoy the path, God forbid my path. And God enjoy my path, and my dear. Clean the road, the way home. Yes, be with me, but sing with me, breathe with me. Until death, the heart beats. My soul sings, not me, not me, not yaya. As if on the winged box I am. And somewhere there, far, high above us. Yes, you are my god, high. Dushaaa sings, and I am with her. And you have to write until the hoarfrost sat down. And you have to fly back there, a ticket there. Where the past is never a return. And I know only it will be, I see. And again I will never offend the mother. And it’s good already, to destroy yourself, because there should be life ahead. Pure, and somewhere there they were given, not around the corner. That bird of happiness flies, with large wings. You take me with you, and to heaven. While my city is behind the clouds. And the pain in the soul, the longing is explosive. We got it already, these are prickly friends. Yes, it is better to be alone, light. So I wear a ring on a ring finger. And somewhere there they were given, I remember you dreamed with you. On the shore of white, stones were thrown into the water. We were small with you, such were relatives. I hug you with gold with my hands. In the whole world, we were alone with you. A fresh wind blew into us, and in the eyes of the star, lights. And there is no fear, there is neither envy nor anger. This is our fraternal with him, do not touch him. And somewhere there they were given, and somewhere there is far. On our streets are hard, it was dark. But I remember one thing, brother behind my back. I breathe with you, I live with you - the life of one. And where we stood, others lay there. We loved peace and mother, we were farm. Salags in the area, and all sneakers in dust. And garbage pagons, and nights on the shallows. The emptiness was behind the soul, but the soul was pure. Remember with you, you wanted together in the clouds? But so early that funnel river took you. I remember how your mother cried. I wanted with you, but fate wanted differently. And you left, from me, my native brother. How many boys have gone to heaven. I still keep your voices in my soul. My heart is with you, and my soul. I love you the way the baby's mother loves you. And I take off high, under heaven. I'm waiting for a white strip to come in life. I will never forget my brother, those days. And on the heart that the mother is alone, so she does not want to understand me in any way. There is no father nearby, although he is alive and well. Take to express to him, at least a few words. I am there far from the house, where the feelings are not familiar. Sick nerves are the fate of the bitch. I have a feeling, as if I had come out of the fog Yaya. And somewhere there in the distance, we hooligated. They stole at shallows, ate in half. Somewhere there in Dali, there for fogs. My childhood ran like lights. Taaam for the Tumans, Taaam for Tumaanami. Taaam for the Tumans, Taaam for Tumaanami. Taaaaaaam for the Tumans.