Stalker - Чистое Небо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not learn anything some and learn do not want ...

American kina looked at or roof breaks away from greed ...

You are about the anomaly to him, he is about a habar ...

What to think about nothing but grand best ...

While the guts on the branches do not scatter ...

The taste of blood. Shoulder nettle. There are three of us.

On the fourth of quad, the wolves have long been waves.

Behind the redhead left. In the soul of the demon.

Risen the fear of dead silence of these places.

For endurance test, adrenaline splash.

Geiger meter echo in the brain gives crackle.

In the eyes everything darkens - no, it gets dark

It can not be released, run more

General waste. Cold sweat. Running, platoon.

The wind raises the scraps of the Earth in the eyes. All stop!

But it's too late, both are bogged into anomaly.

Less second - two corpses, I survived hardly.

Now there are three minutes to find the shelter.

I remember in a kilometer from here the plant we saw.

Apparently, the zone does not let so close spectators,

But monolith pulls all new visitors.

Chorus: pass through pain,

Wait for me

When it subsides rain,

See the pure sky.

Sky in convulsions, through the shower, I go,

Feeling a metal taste, not feeling the pulse.

Calm around the artifact is the time for the fact.

I would be alive with this start.

Torgash did not appear, the reptile, left only the map.

I climb into the mouth to the electromagnetic quanta.

Again to these creatures, they only give him ...

And so turned this clondike into necropolis.

Last day to die for money.

X-ray is hammering the zone genes, skull melts.

The turn came to the muscles, jerk on elevation.

In the fog, I see the remains of the feast.

The first ripple completely, the second is legless.

Obviously handmade walking pathologies.

In the wretched ammunition, glazed faces.

I dive into the raid on pockets, now without principles.

The sun breaks through the prism of the fog.

What's here they have: a, vodka, good from strontium.

Stop, Tsypa, special forces, and my AK is not charged.

Damn, I smelled, but I am a stalker with experience ...

It is not difficult - to rip Jack-sweat for seconds.

I stand, Taja from the pocket of the knife, pass the shot ...

I do not remember, and he was or not ...

And I always dreamed of seeing the pure sky ...

Chorus 2 times.

I have not seen the arrow for a long time. Maybe he died? No, it can not be. He will choose from any straight. He is OK. Well, let's go, it's time to dine. I know it is more important for you than the fate of an old friend ...