ГРОТ, D-MAN 55 - В Завтра - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“Having waved its wing, I will pierce the river,

I will go from the edge to the edge of the world

And I will not find another

Land like you are my Siberia

And I will not find another

Land, like you are my Siberia. " (Insert from the song “My Earth, Siberia”, Muz. O. Ivanov, Sl. Yu. Kolokolov).

*Someone from the grotto ... this is Omsk ... This is Western Siberia ... Two to five ... D-man 55 ... Chita bats ... Grotto ... we burst into tomorrow ...

D-Man 55:

The stroke of the pen and a wave of his hand -

This mortal world awaits the hero!

The crown is ready and step after you!

It is time to ask a question to yourself: "Who am I?"

If there is dirt around, what is wrong?

If the light is omnipotent, how did the darkness arise?

Where does the shadow come from and where the traces come from?

Knowledge here, plus impeccable methods.

Why are millions and your limousine,

If hospitals, biting pus?

Sweeped by pain and someone's fault,

Around the fangs are only wolf howl!

An hour will come, they will be ready

Change everything, look at the world in a new way!

An hour will come and days will run.

The outcome will be and will be the Last Judgment!

Chorus:

One trail up, one star above her!

I look at the falling snow - I feel, I am stronger!

One trail up, one star above her!

Voice of conscience in the heart, words from the author:

“We have been waiting for us! We burst into tomorrow! "

Someone from the grotto:

We bypass the scenters of different suits,

Hardened in the porches with troubles, fire and misfortune,

Charged with light, bright sun in the morning,

Seeing death itself, grown up in the wind!

I see the abyss of a question on the face:

Where do we come to the world and where do we go in the end?

Where does the smell of death and scarlet in the snow come from,

And what is it prepared to endure us in our century?

The road through the forests, around it is dark, like at night.

Let's go first in order to feel the soil!

I hear the rustle, in the darkness my torch is brighter than the luminary!

Before leaving the galaxy, we must reach!

I feel the voice of centuries, talking about the important!

I see a cosmic distance and I'm not scared.

The sounds of a steel word will fill the old hut,

We enter again tomorrow, so grab it!

Chorus:

One trail up, one star above her!

I look at the falling snow - I feel, I am stronger!

One trail up, one star above her!

Voice of conscience in the heart, words from the author:

“We have been waiting for us! We burst into tomorrow! "

Someone from the grotto:

Takeoff! Ten kilometers of the abyss under us.

The path to nowhere, the road in search of flame.

All our landmarks are visible through the clouds,

Tracers of traces in the snow that have not come from the war!

Cities, as conspired, again and again:

Closed, looted, collapsed, disbanded!

The blizzard howls, the earth grieves about lost children.

In the gap with a draft, to the touch, at least someone will answer?

On this, illuminated the hope of the path,

Among the lips of the cooled, see steam from hot chest!

People who are not afraid to vote in a tear

In the power of darkness and chaos, do not extinguish bonfires!

Demons on billboards laugh in the face,

In the rustle of the centenary boron to hear the voice of the fathers.

On the outburst of the era of illness and troubles ...

We tear off the dressings from faces and go out into the light!

Voice of conscience in the heart, words from the author:

“We have been waiting for us! We burst into tomorrow! "

“If you don’t see something, it does not mean that this does not exist. It's like feeling something with your gut.

You know that through our gutto the votes of the ancestors whip to us what is right and what is not ... ”(the film" Legends of Night Guardians ")