NTL - Когда хоронят молодых - Матерям нелегко молодых хоронить - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Whose hour is already breaking through, someone from minute to minute, sometimes you do not know: whether there will live at least a day. You will die in painful moans or avoid flour, without breaking the laws or dress bracelets on your hands. Every year in each area, someone departs, taking inside, someone burns under the armor layer instead of the institute. Someone is interfered with someone, someone is buried by Himself, someone rises for a long time without noticing that already sinking. The boys in the last path escorted in the life of the brothers, without hiding their tears, they say goodbye briefly. After all, he chose himself instead of a better friend, and jumped under the bullet, having received lead his own breasts, because of his naked arrows, he lost everything per second. In a meaningless shootout and achieved ... what? Why he now needs those marked money, and the future son has a father before birth in the ground. We are tired, so enough, young, steels from steel. At the marble, the initials, tears leave those who love and knew. Now on the ground only the stove will report, the meaning of words: "Will not forget you!" We will think about you and always say: "Mothers are not easy to bury the mothers!" All that gold, which will be read to us, like leprekons, pseudo-dona combine young violating laws. Being a living barrier to those who divide the thrones in this street war to boys include as clones. What will mother get for her son? From his chest, his cartridges, or one who is to blame, cares to her with a bow. It will be a cotton foot, with moisture eyes full, go behind the coffin of the son, tears grief in the throat room. Ash to ashes, dust to the dust! He himself went on the fell, did not have enough courage to send everything to the dick. And friends that themselves, as a target in a dash, not forward, bury their own, say: "Returning in the world!" And the world was much wider than the grave fence, he measured his money, and now the payroll. The world was much more beautiful than landscapes on banknotes, he sounded much more pleasant than march in minor notes. I can not see the eyes of mothers from the tears of raw, I cannot see fathers, without time, gray. I can't see the sadness of friends, girlfriends, relatives, I can not see when they bury young. We are tired, so enough, young, steels from steel. At the marble, the initials, tears leave those who love and knew. Now there is only a stove on the ground, the meaning of words: "Will not forget you!" We will think about you and always say: "Mothers are not easy to bury the mothers!" Life billboards draw the future, there are all trunks and scars and scars. From the knives herself in the hospital, God, maybe everything will be over. Street wars, thirst for will, enough violate laws, data in a sin, step in a dead end. One moment, one shot, one Schlip! In the sky look, bullet, like poison, burns you. No! It will not help the power - yes, only a red jet from the body will fall, leap sticky traces on that land where you grew up. Remember the best moments, in recent seconds do not save doctors, do not wait for help! Already alone, the wind will take you in emptiness. Notes Played, notes played! I saw the sky, I saw people whose words inspired faith, where they, where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they? We are tired, so enough, young, steels from steel. At the marble, the initials, tears leave those who love and knew. Now on the ground only the stove will report, the meaning of words: "Will not forget you!" We will think about you and always say: "Mothers are not easy to bury the mothers!"