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Когда сбили с ног и топчут,
Когда одежда разорвана в клочья.
Среди белого дня или ночью
Один против кучи этих сволочей.
Когда лёд на земле холодный
Во рту вкус железа и соли,
Когда кровь заполняет горло
И уже совсем не чувствуешь боли.
Когда слышишь отрывками фразы,
А глаза забитые грязью,
Когда мрази насели не слазия
Без причинно следственной связи.
Когда я не просил, да отвесили,
Пока стонешь от боли - им весело
Когда люди не люди, а бесы,
Когда лицо превращается в месиво.
Когда минута кажется часом,
Голова как маракасы,
Колени с локтями до мяса
И всё это ради мобилы и кассы.
Когда просто дышать больно,
Когда сломаны пальцы и рёбра
Значит, время собрать всю волю
И сделать последний бросок кобры.
Как отец нас учил быть сильными
Не показывать им свою спину
Не бояться уйти некрасиво
Сдохни, но сдохни мужчиной.
Тогда пальцы сожмутся в кулак
Либо выжить, либо никак
И натянутся жилы в жгуты
И либо они, либо ты.
Бей, насколько хватит сил, коли один на поле
Коли такая доля - на сколько хватит воли,
Бей, вырубай, рви в клочья, грызи зубами,
Пока в сознании сам, победа будет за нами!
Бей, насколько хватит сил, коли один на поле
Коли такая доля - на сколько хватит воли,
Бей, вырубай, рви в клочья, грызи зубами,
Пока в сознании сам, победа будет за нами!
When they knocked down and trample,
When the clothes are torn to shreds.
Among white or at night
One against a heap of these bastards.
When the ice on the ground is cold
The taste of iron and salt in the mouth,
When blood fills the throat
And you don’t feel pain at all.
When you hear the phrase by excerpts,
And the eyes clogged with mud,
When scum did not pierce
Without a causal relationship.
When I did not ask, but we wilted
While you moan in pain - they have fun
When people are not people, but demons,
When the face turns into a mess.
When a minute seems an hour
Head like maarakas
Knees with elbows to meat
And all this for the sake of mobile phones and cash desks.
When it just hurts to breathe
When fingers and ribs are broken
So, time to collect all the will
And make the last throw of the cobra.
How father taught us to be strong
Do not show them your back
Do not be afraid to leave ugly
Dean, but die by a man.
Then the fingers will squeeze into a fist
Either survive or nothing
And the veins will stretch into the harnesses
Both they or you.
Hit, as far as enough strength, if one on the field
If such a share is how much will be enough,
Beat, cut down, tear to shreds, gnaw your teeth,
While in mind, the victory will be behind us!
Hit, as far as enough strength, if one on the field
If such a share is how much will be enough,
Beat, cut down, tear to shreds, gnaw your teeth,
While in mind, the victory will be behind us!
When the clothes are torn to shreds.
Among white or at night
One against a heap of these bastards.
When the ice on the ground is cold
The taste of iron and salt in the mouth,
When blood fills the throat
And you don’t feel pain at all.
When you hear the phrase by excerpts,
And the eyes clogged with mud,
When scum did not pierce
Without a causal relationship.
When I did not ask, but we wilted
While you moan in pain - they have fun
When people are not people, but demons,
When the face turns into a mess.
When a minute seems an hour
Head like maarakas
Knees with elbows to meat
And all this for the sake of mobile phones and cash desks.
When it just hurts to breathe
When fingers and ribs are broken
So, time to collect all the will
And make the last throw of the cobra.
How father taught us to be strong
Do not show them your back
Do not be afraid to leave ugly
Dean, but die by a man.
Then the fingers will squeeze into a fist
Either survive or nothing
And the veins will stretch into the harnesses
Both they or you.
Hit, as far as enough strength, if one on the field
If such a share is how much will be enough,
Beat, cut down, tear to shreds, gnaw your teeth,
While in mind, the victory will be behind us!
Hit, as far as enough strength, if one on the field
If such a share is how much will be enough,
Beat, cut down, tear to shreds, gnaw your teeth,
While in mind, the victory will be behind us!
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