8floor - Под одеялом
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I don't know if it's my road
Blinds someone with the night lights of Miami
We were so afraid to get lost in the middle of silver
That in twenty years they managed to lose themselves
There are five nations on chains here
Ready to break the throat to each other in a moment
This is where my great -grandfather's dust led my city
Once the great we have turned into looters
You say from here to give the deru and
Great brother miners and whores
Any other country will be very useful
But in chocolate, earlier grew in shit
We don’t have the brain apparently
If all our victories were covered by darkness
And everything that the cold enveloped outside the window
Where will you run up? Who do you need there?

When the world was torn in half
And the bloodied flag has already fallen to the floor
I remember (I know) how they were dying
Who is with weapons in their hands, some under a silk blanket

Oil will burn, leaving only black
Graves of loved ones, and questions what you could?
And what tried to fight or run away
Choose, because your soul is at stake
And there will not be a convenient option for you
We lost everything, but not yet irrevocably
Here is your land, the joy of the troubles
Just realize a person without homeland
How much when it starts to get here
Capable of fighting to the end for a place under the sun
And how much in another lost country
Thirty silver coins will be found in the pocket
Alas, we guess on coffee grounds
While our land becomes a trophy of burning
And faith, friendship, hopes of the images of the idea
Are not born in the heads of those who flew outside