Крек ft. Ассаи - Дорога
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Let there be no long road,
Through high mountains,
Through the deep sea,
To their homeland ...
Let the way indicate the stars,
And mothers will wipe the tears,
There are so many of them,
Salt Lake...

Camping 1

God, what are these different people
Tell me why we hurt
Those whom we love.
Tolerate us or boil now,
Where is the truth? Scary there?
The brother of his brother asked
Do not lie, even if for the good
You are older than the two of us
Let only a year
I haven't revealed secrets
And did not get wings
See a guitar ... Old area
The stone city will calm the hoarse
On black asphalt thousands of white ribbons
Give prisoners bread and clean water
Give paper and pen, pass on your family
Children at home, wives ...
Waiting for officers, waiting for fathers and husbands
In reception rooms
How many percent of the skin are affected
It doesn’t matter, if only to survive
Pity me Lena, I'm not iron,
Be gentle with me, the same as before
I survived everything and returned for you
Returned to see to hug
It is difficult to understand those who swore, but did not wait.
They were strangers, they remained strangers
No fairy tales, everything is already clear
We will raise for those who take the mountains of the Caucasus

Camping 2

I remember the yards in dust, I remember my mother's tears
Apparently such an age, everything is for evil to adults
Sining the train, the motto of the nineties
Quarters remember heroes, difficult teenagers
The cruel world forbade me to be affectionate
And I bit those who barked and those who dragged
But there life itself experienced their strength
She read his letters and remembers every line
The son forgave his stepfather, start our Father - pray
Until the war ended like a candle
On late night when the moon is high
One of the icons in her eyes was a myrrh
They prophesied fame, money, benefits,
But why is it all those who lie under the fire of machine guns
Know the price of life, visit you with death,
While the heroes of the film drive young people crazy
Loginity to lie down with golden rain
In Dali Chechnya even further Afghanistan
Stay with me, please don't leave
Someone drinks to forget, swill pours over the edge
Iodine or ice on the wound - the pain does not go
Shards of shells, like souvenirs at home
It seems to be a little - a little, the same minimum
And he will say: - "I am at home, hug me!"

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