Александр Рублев - Затяжку одну...
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The winds of cold boat swing to the bottom
First snow last autumn is still a tightening one
and a couple of miles outside the mountains go to see the sunset
At the top of the mountain there is a cross and under it an unknown soldier ...
who was not there he will never understand
How the road is the mother that he calls home to his homeland
How roads the words from which he ran away a couple of years ago
How roads the eyes of which I could not look, bastard
White blanket creeps the soul of a torn
From a height of birds and bloodied wounds
With emptiness in the chest with pockets stuffed
Red veil lay snow on a bunch
hormone oversupply, youth diagnosis
fracture of the leg drunk with bats, and a broken nose is broken
Then in a fit of passion and hop fucker
It seemed not to break us, it was fun ...

I remember how I fed a young chick from my palm
There was no problem life was a zaebz
And now stumbling every time on one
I understand every second one here here is a gandon
How people change and change I
For whom is this stupidity for me not a fucking
Everyone on the expense of everyone would extend his hand
And now the pride is strangled to see I don't want this bitch
Resentment presses on whiskey I would have strangled it with my own hands
Shoulder to shoulder went once friends
and standing on the edge of the cliff I inhale the air a piece
where the sun comes above I could not ...
The word friendship on the cross is scratched with nails
Traces of the past disappeared, I remained ... alas, not with you
Cold winds swing the boat to the bottom
The first snow is the last autumn and another tightening ...