Kra - Злая ночь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

K / f "brother"

You know such a poem, I found out that I have a huge family. And the path, and the fishing line, in the field each spikelet. River, blue sky - it's all my native.

This is my rhodium, I love everyone in the world.

1 verse. Zhigan.

Once he, born here on the chains of the centuries,

Freed from the shacks.

I saw a dream, it was that they were so lacking,

In those days, where the beginning was laid.

Where man is finally finally

Where people were sticking out and several years old

Where there was power, but no laws.

Where people are sent to dick on four sides,

Where from home to zone, unloaded cars,

If young lucky, then dressed the shoulder straps.

Then there the guys cut off heads,

It lasted for a long time, again and again.

Who managed to dumped on the other side,

Statue of freedom, life fucking.

Work is visible a residence perhaps it

You are a citizen of another country, Hello America.

Jeans and sneakers, now it is yours,

And we stayed here, rake this porridge.

The ancestors did not run, somehow not in our place,

Motherland is alone, and fuck what to live under the ban.

There is no formation, hawk hunting,

Hijacking and robbee, sentence of 4 years.

Sternly, that's not easy childhood,

Thanks to the echoes - the epoch of Soviet.

Chorus. Short.

Hardly the night will throw his stars to the area,

I feel around me shrinking the ring.

Which year in a row I see the same dream,

I see a dream in which I fall, and he laughs in my face.

The evil night will cast his stars to the area,

I feel around me shrinking the ring.

Which year in a row I see the same dream,

I see a dream in which I fall, and he laughs in my face.

2 verse. Short.

Midnight parade of my memory, paintings, cameras, photos,

Fragments and passage of my being, tragedy, drama and gum.

This is my way, my road, my truth,

Who are you, I'm sorry to judge me.

Tai of the breath, and the mouth on the castle,

This song will be my monologue.

TTT sober and not embeded,

At the age of 13 left Rush,

PPP-placing in one suitcase all that I was acquired,

In Stopanted sneakers and fallen pants, it was even so.

Stepfather wiped the upright for a long time, and a year later, I was a designer of a orphanage.

Without permanent residence, without father, without a stepfather,

One of those whom you called a non-trap.

Chorus. Short.

Hardly the night will throw his stars to the area,

I feel around me shrinking the ring.

Which year in a row I see the same dream,

I see a dream in which I fall, and he laughs in my face.

The evil night will cast his stars to the area,

I feel around me shrinking the ring.

Which year in a row I see the same dream,

I see a dream in which I fall, and he laughs in my face