Каста - Под Одним Небом
текст песни

Witnesses of antiquity
Distrustful of those
Who hotly rushed into the oaths ...
Oaths of fidelity
In what guise will they now appear to us?
For answers, I again go into parables ...

Both born under one sky
Shared the same bread-
Brothers named
They called themselves blood!
Stood together for the time being
Years have sharpened interests
Making their roads to branch,-
One of them, leaving childhood in the mountains,
Heated under the wing of a double-headed bird
Began to serve the capital,
Not expecting how fast
The flame of Islam will flare up,
Combat banners with different coats
In an instant, the brothers-enemies!
Inevitable stories,
No matter how much you argue
Occur
To this day with a new pain
It seems that the topic has been passed more than once,
And there is even more salt on the wounds! ..
Not suspecting sorrow
The other
Remained to live in highlands
Fought in the gorges, slept in the field,
Often appeared on the same pass,
Where two boys were rushed,
Smoked until the fall, dreaming of rushing to the sea,
But they soon parted with the only promise ...

Often ancient
They watched with distrust
On those who were impatiently oath,
Fidelity- where is it, in what guise?!
Traces remained only in parables!

How often ancient
They watched with distrust
On those who were impatiently oath,
Fidelity- where is it, in what guise?!
Traces remained only in parables! ..

Each of them fought bravely,
Collected awards,
Collected scars!-
Thanks to their disposition
Rumored,
That prisoners began to add legends about them!
By order of military offices
Irony of the moment
Entangled two destinies with black tape-
He arrived in the southern town
Professional with a secret task!
The second is given the instructions
Personality, address, streets-
The envelope is opened
The head went around when
Suddenly the letters floated before my eyes!-
In the photographs of the enemy commander
Friends familiar from childhood!-
The hand squeezed with trembling fingers
Anfas and the profile of a long -time fugitive! ..
By neither day nor at night, without clicking the eye,
The evening is already close ...
Hundreds of times he imagined their meeting!-
Well, the devil with him
After all, the blade must be sharp!
Here he is the bridge ...
Someone's voice
Not like an ordinary passerby ...
They rushed into the arms
Fell dead
From cold steel under hot skin ...

Often ancient
They watched with distrust
On those who were impatiently oath,
Fidelity- where is it, in what guise?!
Traces remained only in parables!

How often ancient
They watched with distrust
On those who were impatiently oath,
Fidelity- where is it, in what guise?!
Traces remained only in parables! ..

The story of those
Who remained devoted friends
And worthy wars,
Although the ancients often complained
On empty oaths are verbose ...