Текст песни Tides of War Dark Epic Heavy Orchestral Choir Beat - Эмигранты

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I Verse

Yesterday we wandered through the back streets of our familiar hometown in search zapropastilsya other, and today, a tired looking through the glass at the fast flowing forward car looking back, we think of detachment:

That's it,
.......... Finally
away from the sinful earth.

It dawns on scraps and nedodumali until the end of thoughts, familiar faces and fragmented picture of the outgoing hectic life. A little sad ...

(...) All selected: memory and heart,
everything left: Homeland, House,
even our & quot; happy [wretched] Childhood & quot;
somewhere in the past, already behind.

(...) That's it,
.......... No one interferes,
do not eat someone's bread, someone's salt,
you want - and we're leaving,
taking with him only pain.

(...) That's it,
murmur of excitement -
That's customs, visa, passport
The first step to free Europe -
the last step of the Soviet land.
Where we will be - I do not know
on which speak languages ​​...
That's it .....
Upon arrival, somehow solved the problems of housing, transport and employment, we gradually retract in unusual at first frantic pace. We overwhelm impressions signs of future nostalgia time has not come yet ...

In Hall's tried to remove if from the pier piles
old piers, so the case does not -
good for the seagulls. And Russian arrogance covers
a noble patina liquid manure

Chorus:

Emigration brothers !!!) is not a degradation of nations
Two guys from the Russian Federation
This diaspora based dikloratsii
TEENS guys howl and sprinkling ashes themselves
The leaders of the flock: for your days have passed
Your dreams as your power fell
Our time has come, we expats

 Verse II

Exile life - everywhere good.
The novelty of any missing fond.
Based on the mundane zhivoporyadok
Not long pokobenitsya soul.

Exile life - a dispute and Sports,
Physically assimilate dispute,
Especially when the night will hang
Against the background of the bar, the store - the sleeping drunken rabble (...)

Well, hello, wild country,
Where to beat the bottle of fences,
Where to go limousines thieves
And poor old age is terrible.
Take a look at you, I again,
And again in horror otpryanu-
Yourself you love to humiliate,
Keep people hungry, drunk.
Well, what it may be,
When thee bosses rule.
Nars save your pocket,
And useless to them questions.
The country is sick, so rich,
All eating horde of officials.
But we are not looking for the guilty,
We suffer - that's our problem.
The destiny of the country is richly-nischey-
To come is the food.
And conscience pour vodka,
And always on a sob.
Country Alien freedom marvels.
That left someone clanks.
Right then someone aims.
All stone norochki
Filled with robbers.
There at night showdown.
Here on the table dead.
In the capital of the undead heated.
PLANT speech power.
And on the east hill.
Under charcoal Ichkeria.
And scorched crust
At some bread empire.
Where is the way the Russian spreads.
There lay mines frequent.
And on the outskirts boys
Romantiki.fantastiki.
A bandage on hands.
And swastika armbands.
There the young beast scheritsya
Dawn flammable.
Trembling haze over the world.
Moscow looks confused.
And the glow of a new battle
Floating in the zenith confident .....
And I go to the west of alcohol and drugs
Unemployment and house
In the hope of tomorrow ...

Chorus:

Emigration brothers !!!) is not a degradation of nations
Two guys from the Russian Federation
This diaspora based dikloratsii
TEENS guys howl and sprinkling ashes themselves
The leaders of the flock: for your days have passed
Your dreams as your power fell
Our time has come, we expats