Tides of War Dark Epic Heavy Orchestral Choir Beat - Эмигранты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Its

I verse

Yesterday we wandered on the usual catches of our hometown in search of a frozen friend, and today, tiredly looking through the glass on a fast running ahead of the car looking back, we think that we think ...

That's all,

..........finally

away from sinful land.

In the head, scraps are rushed and unfamiliar to the end of thoughts, familiar faces and scattered paintings from the exhaust intake life. A little offensive ...

(...) Everything selected: Memory and Heart,

Everything left: homeland, house,

Even our "happy [koboy] childhood"

Somewhere in the past, already overboard.

(...) That's all,

.......... do not interfere with anyone,

I do not eat someone's bread, someone's salt,

You wanted - and we are leaving

Taking with me only pain.

(...) That's all,

Ropot excitement -

Here and customs, visa, passport

The first step in free Europe -

The last step from the Soviet Earth.

Where we will be - I don't know exactly

What to talk languages ​​...

That's all.....

Upon arrival, Itemo-poorly deciding the problems of housing, transport and employment, we gradually rotate into unusual at first mad rhythm. We will have impressions, signs of future nostalgia time has not yet come ...

In the town hall, judge whether to remove the pile from the pier

old berths, but it does not go anywhere -

Fortunate for chap. And Russian surge covers

as a noble patina liquid litter

Chorus:

Emigration Brothers !!!) This is not degradation of nations

Two guys from the Russian Federation

This diaspora based on dicloration

Birthday girls and guys sprinkling their ashes

The leaders of the herd pested your days

Your dreams like power your fell

Our time is the emigrants we

II verse

Alien Life - Everywhere Good.

On the novelty, any disappearance.

Based on worldly resort

The soul will not boom.

Alien Life is a dispute and sport,

Physically learned dispute

Especially when in the night will hang

Against the background of the bar, shop - this sleeping drunk slaughter (...)

Well, hello, wild country,

Where they beat the bottle of fences

Where in the limousines, thieves go,

And the old age is poor terrible.

I look at you again

And again in horror, shove

You love to humiliate yourself

People hold hungry, drunk.

Well, what can be speech

When you right bosses right.

Your pocket will be lit to save,

And questions are useless to them.

In the country, the patient, so rich,

All eating officials of the horde.

But we are not looking for guilty,

We are tolerant - here is our trouble.

The country of the country of the rich

For coming serves food.

And conscience vodka pour,

And forever be shedding.

Country of someone else's freedom is divided.

That on the left is someone clanging.

That on the right someone is aiming.

All stone mice

Filled robbers.

There at night disassembly.

Here on the tables dead.

In the capital, the undead is heated.

Speech vests are hardened.

And in the east slide.

Under the corner of Ichkeria.

And burned Corks

On the scraper of the empire.

Where the path is sparkling.

Mines are frequent there.

And on the backyards boys

Romance. Fantastics.

And on the hands of the dressings.

And on the dressings of the Swastika.

There will be a young beast

Zarya flammable.

Tremble over the world of Maorevo.

Moscow looks confused.

And the new battle of glow

Swim in Zenith confidently .....

And I go west from alcohol and drugs

From unemployment and haus

In the hope of tomorrow ...

Chorus:

Emigration Brothers !!!) This is not degradation of nations

Two guys from the Russian Federation

This diaspora based on dicloration

Birthday girls and guys sprinkling their ashes

The leaders of the herd pested your days

Your dreams like power your fell

Our time is the emigrants we