Текст песни Карамельный гандон - По горячим следам

He was like everyone else, like the rest,
You will find such people among thousands of passers-by.
Dealing with home and reward and dumb flaw.
And his main value was his family.

A sincere guy, harmony reigned everywhere.
Even his neighbor Arsen was almost a friend to him.
I could teach him about life, but it doesn’t concern him.
And most of all he adored his beautiful daughter.

Seventh grade this fall, very big.
From the cradle to the teenager, he does not like her soul.
He took the baby away, signaling to a sleepy neighbor.
Arsen will be the one who smiled last.

The fourth hour, the phone beeps to the pulse.
Fear dissolves in the trachea with a very bitter taste
The daughter's trail was cut off on the way home from school.
Hope for a happy end has been dying for a long time.

The angel is in no hurry to go home, driving the ancestors into anguish.
Mother slowly sheds tears into a strong rag.
Half a day on treason, stupidity in the nerves.
It's already nine o'clock, and I haven't returned from school.

Wife on the phone, something seems to have happened.
He's on wheels - pokes photos at passers-by.
Everything was in vain, everything was busy with horror in the brain.
Itself knocked on the door and fell down dead.

***
Clothes are torn, abrasions, cuts, bruises.
He picks up, drags rather into the car.
White walls, robes, acrid scent of drugs
Here, no one will give her death in the clutches.

In tears, both bowed over the daughter's bed,
Without thinking what happened on the bloody night.
"Sweetheart, tell me just who dared?"
She quietly replied: "Uncle Arsen".

***

Pedal to the floor. The sedan fulfilled the task at speed.
Revenge is served cold, but not in hot pursuit.
Bloodshot eyes, kicks everything out along the way
And the silhouette of stabbing blows is shrouded in thorns.

An hour later I woke up with bracelets on my hands.
He doesn't remember anything, but no one cares about it.
"What an honor to have?" by consonant limit?
Everyone says "very valuable", and Themis is "dangerous".

And if it all happened, then please tell me
Where is justice and where did she hide.
Yesterday they opened something there, notified that
Better decide which is more important: conscience or law?

For the fourth month, a ray of sun illuminates the camera,
Exposing thoughts about what has been done and is it right?
And only the voice saves to survive the whole hassle:
"Condemned Kitaev, keep your letter."

Hands joyfully frolic tearing the scars,
For the sake of the speech of relatives. The incisors are open.
Equilibrium recipe will distribute to lacerated wounds
Hands outstretched, he rushed to parse the story.

"Darling, we miss you. Everything is stable with us.
We're on the mend. The problems did not sink.
We are already afloat, albeit without a captain.
And for the sake of stability I torture my daughter with an educational program.

We understand, for our sake, the bones crumpled furiously.
Fate does not put an end to it, has put a lattice.
I hope this fact has not broken your spirit.
Remember only one thing - we are waiting for you at home. "

Trembling fingers pulls to another sheet, but
There is not a word from his wife, but only a naked drawing.
Three little men joined hands while in the corner.
Signature "Dad, I love you"