GilliA - Обреченный ультиматум
текст песни

[1 verse]
Everyone then heard this, saw it.
All these crowds of onlookers playing the role of spectators
Another show drawn by their order,
Having packed their heads, they watched the clowns
In the circus, which, like along a stretched path
They swing from side to side.
Everything was so, but their lives were not insured,
The feet slipped, because the ropes seemed to be in soap ...
Dozens of cars stopped,
Drivers without leaving cars with jokes and screams,
Like "What are you waiting for?!" We sat and waited
The shooter of the clock is listening to the ticking ...
The last minutes, without delving into the essence of lives,
That they can unnecessarily flash past.
Past the world, which allows them to fall asleep,
Cute, victims of unquenchable power.
It was empty yesterday ...
And now? The street is paved with stinginess
And a thirst for blood, wild, unbridled.
It seemed to the game as it seemed to them.
Here every scrap of air seemed soaked
Animal thirst.
Only thirst ... To the rest of the people was deaf.
And not many have heard a knock then
Hearts of two little boys,
Their views where the fright was visible
Despite the gap between us,
That was great. And the world seemed stupid to me:
Fate, Providence, other nonsense
It seemed empty to me then.
These children are like a blessed light in darkness,
Borched in this wonderful dream ...
They did not understand why their mother does this:
Holds them tightly, clutching their hands.
Strong cries pressed on the ears.
As if everyone asked each other,
But one-friend-friend without listening ...
Tears of children from above, a drop of rain to the bottom
Licking the wound that it hung in the air ...
Their mother screamed unpromising, repeating the ultimatum
Unfortunately doomed initially ...
The moment of non -return was passed and then only worse
Only lower ... All the quieter only screams only
And monologues about her husband ... past Afghanistan ...
Dangerous places ... which became anyone ...
And without him she is no one and days
With thoughts about him, a family is like a slaughter ...
But I closed my eyes and heard how standing
On the edge of the roof, two innocent children breathe
And everyone does not care, because this is the next show ...
Someone can slightly boring, funny ...
But there was one who did not know about it yet
And for him it was the last pain ...
In prison, it was damp in prison
From feelings free ... in prison
He just continued to think about Svee to the family ...

[2 verse]
The second month in conclusion:
"How is the wife and how are the children?" No one will answer.
And time like a glass river of death
The bottomless glass fills with white sand.
I wanted to live righteous, it turned out just digging trenches.
Single conclusion has thoughts
But he could only remember
Illuminating every breath with memory
Their children, and rattle of the past days,
Because of which he is in this cell now.
For the sake of good and peace, after all, he went to the trenches for war,
Now in the shackles ... as if guilty ... in captivity,
Your country ... and this gray camera of the wall
The moral on which his generation grew up ...
I went to my homeland like ... a worthy son of a father
Berlin or Afghanistan what difference?
The moral is one and here her tortured ending ...
Having missed the unfortunate day, he remembered this ...
And now, on that day, unfavorable information
Circumstances Providence were not on his side.
Just fate in a bad mood.
I had a trap - two different storylines of a plexus.
In an instant, a shot came together and a scream to the beat of the pain peak
How is he dead? Yes. And then the world was silent ...
After all, the contour is erased, not visible
Where are your own, and where are the enemies, only gray outlines ...
And at night, the sniper takes a sacrifice for cigigteu,
Like a lighthouse, in a yellow color he sees this goal
And shoots ... if the zone is alien, then in any way
There are no mine here. And if there is?
If there is, then the camera is ready and the decent period is also prepared.
Life is new, not like the former.
There is an ideal place in the sun, but in the mud,
Where emotions are faded, it is not to be not expanded.
Once and always, the eye of the spark goes out
In this stupid helpless revolution of power,
And this is not science fiction, we fall into the abyss ...
We fall below and lower in open mouth ...