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13)Братьям(хохлы)
Проблемы общества , ныне на повестке дня.
Гибнут люди от огня!
И это не хуйня!
Это касается всех нас и меня!
Будь у тебя бизнес, али ты бедняк.
Должна быть правда своя!
Ни твоя моя,
А Мы все одна семья!
Не взирая на края..
-Спасибо деду за победу!
Кричали раньше.
Теперь в Донбассе
люди идут маршем.
Там гибнут старики и дети даже!
Пока Киев там руками машет!
Гроб с венками шлют мамашам!
Руки ноги в саже..
За что?- у бога тихо спрашивая,
Такая смерть страшная?!
Пока толпу войной пугают в новостях,
У власти люди пляшут польку на костях!
И по телевизору врут,врут..
А хохлы не понимают то, что их утилизируют..
И на экранах клоуны для них позируют!
Пока тысячам приют и уют тут в России дают.
На класс рабочий
кладут болт там свыше.
Пущай люди без валют сидят и кры-ши, как мыши.
Куда бежать не знают,
Собаки там не лают,
Старики слезу пускают -
полный ауут!
Взрывы там и тут,
в страхе люди мира ждут.
Женщины в слезах с детьми с родной земли бегут.
Не хватит дня и одного эфира..
Чтоб показать , как люди жить хотят и мира!
Как Взорвана квартира,
Нет еды и сыро
-Когда кончится война?
у папы спросит сына.
Там вместо света лампы без керосина.
В муках на руках, с голоду подохла псина.
А ведь её пацан любил так сильно, он обессилен..
А где взять людям силы,
новые копать могилы?
Пока тела не сгнили,
А ведь недавно жили!
Вооон
Теперь среди ворон и пыли..
Пусть для них мои строки,
Как капля в море.
Но может хоть немного
Станет меньше горя.
Хоть немного-станет меньше горя..
13) brothers (crests)
Problems of society, now on the agenda.
People from the fire are dying!
And this is not a bullshit!
This applies to all of us and me!
If you have a business, Ali you are poor.
There must be really your own!
Not yours,
And we are all one family!
Without looking at the edges ..
-Thank the granfather for the victory!
Shouted before.
Now in the Donbass
People go march.
There are old people and children even die!
While Kyiv waves his hands there!
The coffin with wreaths is sent mothers!
Hands of the legs in soot ..
For what?- God for quietly asking,
Such a terrible death?!
While the crowd is scared in the news,
In power, people are dancing Polish on the bones!
And they lie on TV, they lie ..
And the crests do not understand that they are disposed of ..
And on the screens clowns pose for them!
So far, shelter and comfort here in Russia are given to thousands.
To the class of worker
They put the bolt there from above.
Put people without currencies sit and roofs, like mice.
Where they do not know where to run
Dogs do not bark there,
Old people let a tear -
Full auute!
Explosions here and here,
In fear, people of the world are waiting.
Women in tears with children run from their native land.
Not enough day and one broadcast ..
To show how people want to live and peace!
How the apartment is blown up,
No food and damp
-When will the war end?
The dad will ask his son.
There, instead of light, a lamp without kerosene.
In the torment in her arms, a dog died with hunger.
But her boy loved her so much, he is exhausted ..
And where to get people forces,
New to dig graves?
Until the bodies have rotted,
But recently lived!
Vuoon
Now among the raven and dust ..
Let my lines be for them,
Like a drop in the sea.
But maybe at least a little
It will become less grief.
At least a little, it will get less grief ..
Problems of society, now on the agenda.
People from the fire are dying!
And this is not a bullshit!
This applies to all of us and me!
If you have a business, Ali you are poor.
There must be really your own!
Not yours,
And we are all one family!
Without looking at the edges ..
-Thank the granfather for the victory!
Shouted before.
Now in the Donbass
People go march.
There are old people and children even die!
While Kyiv waves his hands there!
The coffin with wreaths is sent mothers!
Hands of the legs in soot ..
For what?- God for quietly asking,
Such a terrible death?!
While the crowd is scared in the news,
In power, people are dancing Polish on the bones!
And they lie on TV, they lie ..
And the crests do not understand that they are disposed of ..
And on the screens clowns pose for them!
So far, shelter and comfort here in Russia are given to thousands.
To the class of worker
They put the bolt there from above.
Put people without currencies sit and roofs, like mice.
Where they do not know where to run
Dogs do not bark there,
Old people let a tear -
Full auute!
Explosions here and here,
In fear, people of the world are waiting.
Women in tears with children run from their native land.
Not enough day and one broadcast ..
To show how people want to live and peace!
How the apartment is blown up,
No food and damp
-When will the war end?
The dad will ask his son.
There, instead of light, a lamp without kerosene.
In the torment in her arms, a dog died with hunger.
But her boy loved her so much, he is exhausted ..
And where to get people forces,
New to dig graves?
Until the bodies have rotted,
But recently lived!
Vuoon
Now among the raven and dust ..
Let my lines be for them,
Like a drop in the sea.
But maybe at least a little
It will become less grief.
At least a little, it will get less grief ..
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