За спартак - 77
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For a moment a touch could feel
Like a vision of an angel
Has our love and desire disappeared forever?
Always longing to have you near
Feel the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall.
Отсеиванья правил только свои нужно править,
только за идею, только за своих и только правых,
Свой жёлто-синий флаг ставить выше триколора, несмотря на то, что на ТВ все воют по-другому.
На парах ненависти, на порах патриотизма,
Он убивает левых, ведь стране обязан жизнью,
Он убивает левых за команду, за трибуны,
Отдавая им себя пока кто-то бухает в клубах.
Сегодня он за партой, завтра он идёт на сектор,
Сегодня у него пиджак, завтра Лакост и кепка,
Сегодня он как все, сегодня вокруг радость веет,
Завтра врага в грязь, завтра в крови весь Лонсдейл.
Без этого никак, без этого он сам не свой,
Все эти баннера свои, заряды за спиной,
Их не понять, их не поймать, их больше миллиона, ими гордится команда, ими дышат стадионы.
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.
Удар, ещё удар, бело-синий, бело-красный, ОуЗБ и точка, он становится опасным,
ОуЗБ альянс, крики, Fair play на поле,
и на районе теперь стороной его обходят,
на выезд тратит больше, чем на новую одежду, и новые друзья, и всё не будет так, как прежде,
Закрыв глаза на то, что фаер обжигает руку, но зрелище, что будет, так захватывает дух.
Поменьше бы нацизма, больше национализма,
За этот герб на груди будет своими признан,
За новую идею солдат своей страны, его выводит старый флаг, красный от крови.
Свастики нет, Mein Kampf-нет, нет фашизму,
Сыты по горло всем этим псевдопатриотизмом,
Так много фейков, так много фейков на трибунах,
ЕСЛИ ТРУ РУКА К СЕРДЦУ, У ПОЗЕРОВ КВЕРХУ!
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.
Like a vision of an angel
Has our love and desire disappeared forever?
Always longing to have you near
Feel the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall.
Отсеиванья правил только свои нужно править,
только за идею, только за своих и только правых,
Свой жёлто-синий флаг ставить выше триколора, несмотря на то, что на ТВ все воют по-другому.
На парах ненависти, на порах патриотизма,
Он убивает левых, ведь стране обязан жизнью,
Он убивает левых за команду, за трибуны,
Отдавая им себя пока кто-то бухает в клубах.
Сегодня он за партой, завтра он идёт на сектор,
Сегодня у него пиджак, завтра Лакост и кепка,
Сегодня он как все, сегодня вокруг радость веет,
Завтра врага в грязь, завтра в крови весь Лонсдейл.
Без этого никак, без этого он сам не свой,
Все эти баннера свои, заряды за спиной,
Их не понять, их не поймать, их больше миллиона, ими гордится команда, ими дышат стадионы.
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.
Удар, ещё удар, бело-синий, бело-красный, ОуЗБ и точка, он становится опасным,
ОуЗБ альянс, крики, Fair play на поле,
и на районе теперь стороной его обходят,
на выезд тратит больше, чем на новую одежду, и новые друзья, и всё не будет так, как прежде,
Закрыв глаза на то, что фаер обжигает руку, но зрелище, что будет, так захватывает дух.
Поменьше бы нацизма, больше национализма,
За этот герб на груди будет своими признан,
За новую идею солдат своей страны, его выводит старый флаг, красный от крови.
Свастики нет, Mein Kampf-нет, нет фашизму,
Сыты по горло всем этим псевдопатриотизмом,
Так много фейков, так много фейков на трибунах,
ЕСЛИ ТРУ РУКА К СЕРДЦУ, У ПОЗЕРОВ КВЕРХУ!
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You're my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again.
For a Moment a Touch COULD FEEL
Like a Vision of Angel
HAS OUR LOVE and Desire DISAPPEARED FOREVER?
Always Longing to Havy You Near
Feel The Power and the Passion
Feel Me Slipping from Your Hands
Please Break My Fall.
Cutting off the rules only you need to rule,
only for the idea, only for their own and only right,
Put your yellow-blue flag above the tricolor, despite the fact that on TV everyone howls differently.
In pairs of hatred, on the pores of patriotism,
He kills the left, because the country owes his life,
He kills the left for the team, for the stands,
Giving them himself while someone is thumping in clubs.
Today he is at a desk, tomorrow he goes to the sector,
Today he has a jacket, tomorrow is a lacoost and a cap,
Today he is like everyone else, today the joy blows around,
Tomorrow the enemy is in the mud, tomorrow in the blood all of Lonsdale.
Without this, without this, he himself is not his own,
All these banners are their own, charges behind their backs,
They cannot be understood, they cannot be caught, there are more than a million, they are proud of the team, they breathe stadiums.
We Had a Million of Days
I Know that OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT
You're my Everlasting Groove
Forget the Past for the Time to Come
In All Oour Thumbs and We Will Meet Again.
Blow, still blow, white-blue, white-red, OUZB and point, it becomes dangerous,
OUZB Alliance, Screams, Fair Play on the field,
And now they go around it in the area,
He spends more on the exit than on new clothes, and new friends, and everything will not be the same as before,
Closing his eyes to the fact that Fair burns his hand, but the sight that will be so breathtaking.
Less Nazism, more nationalism,
For this coat of arms on the chest will be recognized as its own
For a new idea of a soldier of his country, he is removed by an old flag red from blood.
There is no swastika, mein kampf, no, no fascism,
The throat is full of all this pseudopatriotism,
There are so many fakes, so many fakes in the stands,
If the hand is a hand to the heart, the posers are up!
We Had a Million of Days
I Know that OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT
You're my Everlasting Groove
Forget the Past for the Time to Come
In All Oour Thumbs and We Will Meet Again.
Like a Vision of Angel
HAS OUR LOVE and Desire DISAPPEARED FOREVER?
Always Longing to Havy You Near
Feel The Power and the Passion
Feel Me Slipping from Your Hands
Please Break My Fall.
Cutting off the rules only you need to rule,
only for the idea, only for their own and only right,
Put your yellow-blue flag above the tricolor, despite the fact that on TV everyone howls differently.
In pairs of hatred, on the pores of patriotism,
He kills the left, because the country owes his life,
He kills the left for the team, for the stands,
Giving them himself while someone is thumping in clubs.
Today he is at a desk, tomorrow he goes to the sector,
Today he has a jacket, tomorrow is a lacoost and a cap,
Today he is like everyone else, today the joy blows around,
Tomorrow the enemy is in the mud, tomorrow in the blood all of Lonsdale.
Without this, without this, he himself is not his own,
All these banners are their own, charges behind their backs,
They cannot be understood, they cannot be caught, there are more than a million, they are proud of the team, they breathe stadiums.
We Had a Million of Days
I Know that OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT
You're my Everlasting Groove
Forget the Past for the Time to Come
In All Oour Thumbs and We Will Meet Again.
Blow, still blow, white-blue, white-red, OUZB and point, it becomes dangerous,
OUZB Alliance, Screams, Fair Play on the field,
And now they go around it in the area,
He spends more on the exit than on new clothes, and new friends, and everything will not be the same as before,
Closing his eyes to the fact that Fair burns his hand, but the sight that will be so breathtaking.
Less Nazism, more nationalism,
For this coat of arms on the chest will be recognized as its own
For a new idea of a soldier of his country, he is removed by an old flag red from blood.
There is no swastika, mein kampf, no, no fascism,
The throat is full of all this pseudopatriotism,
There are so many fakes, so many fakes in the stands,
If the hand is a hand to the heart, the posers are up!
We Had a Million of Days
I Know that OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT
You're my Everlasting Groove
Forget the Past for the Time to Come
In All Oour Thumbs and We Will Meet Again.