Жека Басотский - На Донбасс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Father I'm sorry, I’m going to the Donbass there are many of us here, who do not pass, know the dads there are no Nicapilka of your guilt if I suddenly do not return from this war (2) with our fraternal people I was bored with demons, I slightly drove history, the script of the old play Orange Revolutions, the script of the old play, The division of power deceived people, hope for everyone for happiness from behind the hill pollovers drive round dances prepares the crusades to Russia and split the irrepressible as art from the ax, two Barberos was signed and let them arrive, the old commander would not disassemble the machine guns, did not wear a uniform for you not to you The place here is small, you better go to my mother forgiveness, but only I agree on the Khokhlyat tank, an officer, a comedian from me would not really have a dagger to me, I won’t merge with the night, we can’t give a naive beautiful let's give a naive for our men, Let’s make my father forgive Russia for Russia, I’m going to the Donbass there are many of us here, which do not pass, know the dads there are no Nicapilka your guilt if I suddenly do not return from this war (2) Kharkov, Maripol and Odessa Mom, we know that you are with n Ami for the Motherland stubbornly we know that you are here and you know you, but you hold it, soon the help will come up tomorrow, the brother of the Bandera’s knee on the knife will crack, shual to the wall of one trouble, all the CIS gathered quickly for the old man, that they cleaned the land from the land from fascists and from where are the boys of Tuvarba Starkastan Stradylitz Chichnya, distant Tatarstan, but we are all from Russia, our beloved woman Antokha from the region of Tverskaya, I’m from Smalenishchina, let's do not sleep with tea, we will play guitars about the guys who are about the guys who are about the guys who are about the guys who are about the children We’ll fall, we will sing about the girls who are waiting for the father forgive us, I’m going to the Donbass there are many of us here, who do not pass, know the dads there are no no wire of your guilt if I suddenly do not return from this war (2) and now our hour has come, we go friends For everything we lived, for what we are waiting for and everyone was thinking about his own, I’m talking about spring and that the road to her lies through the war and we’ll defend the birthday birch, let it be blood, let the tears be shed for the orphan that I was silent in the answer T, as if she was not eight, but a lot of bitter bodies along the broken roads, the ruined villages We walked along the stars to the east, I led me, I was losing blood, I was losing a bullet in my chest, I kept telling me everything, brother go. Go ! Eh Novorossiya, the sad edges of the mass grave became our land somewhere near Lugansk we were covered with hail only we managed to understand what the bronze manifestation of the bronze manifest is somewhere in the far, he holds the child, and the sword in the other hand honors the memory of the person, the brother will silently stand with the unknown person Soldier Father forgive me, I'm going to the Donbass there are many of us here, which do not pass, know the dads there are no Nicapilka your guilt if I suddenly do not return from this war