Текст песни Любимой сестрёнке - Когда хоронят молодых

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Someone’s hour has already broken, someone’s minute to minute,
    D h7
Sometimes you don’t know whether you will live even a day,
You die in agonizing moans or you will escape torment
Without breaking the law or putting bracelets on your hands.
Every year, in each district, someone drives off, taking in,
Someone burns under a layer of armor instead of an institute,
Someone bothers living, someone burying himself,
Someone rises for a long time, not noticing that he is already drowning.
The boys are on their last journey to see the brothers off,
Without hiding their tears, they say goodbye briefly,
After all, he chose himself instead of his best friend,
And he jumped under the bullets, getting lead on his own chest.
For his full arrows, in a second I lost everything,
In a pointless shootout and achieved what?
Why does he now need that unshared money,
And the future son has a father before birth in the earth!

We are tired of escorting, well enough, young, steel shots,
On marble the initials will be left with tears
Those who love with us,
Now on earth only a plate will convey the meaning of the words:
“We will not forget you !!! We will think about you and always say -
It’s not easy for mothers to bury young! ”

All that gold that is read to us like leprechauns,
Pseudo-Dons encourage young people to break laws,
To be the living screen of those who share the thrones,
In this street war, boys are treated like clones.
What a mother gets for her son - from his chest ammunition,
Or the one who is to blame will crawl to her with a bow,
Will be cotton feet, with moisture eyes full,
To go behind the coffin of the son - tears of grief in one's throat !!!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he himself went to the block,
In due time, there wasn’t enough courage to send everything to x *
And friends, who themselves, like targets in a shooting gallery, not the first time, bury their own,
They say, "Rest in peace,"
But the world was much wider than the grave fence,
He measured it with money - and here is the reckoning,
The world was much more beautiful than landscapes on banknotes,
It sounded much nicer than a march in minor notes.
I can’t see the eyes of mothers from raw tears, I can’t see fathers,
without time gray-haired, I can’t see the sadness of friends, girlfriends, relatives,
I can’t see when the young are buried !!!

We are tired of escorting, well enough, young, steel shots,
On marble the initials will be left with tears
Those who love with us,
Now on earth only a plate will convey the meaning of the words:
“We will not forget you! We will think about you and always say -
It’s not easy for mothers to bury young! ”

Oh the silence of life will draw the future
Let all trunks and scorched scars decide
From the knives heal in the hospital,
God, can it all end someday?
Street wars, thirst for will
Stop breaking the laws given forever - sin, a step to a standstill,
One moment, one shot, one man sob
Look into the sky, a bullet like poison will burn you,
No, power will not help - yes,
Only the red stream from the body will fall, leaving sticky marks
on the land where you grew up, remember the best moments
Doctors don’t save in the last seconds - don’t wait for help,
The wind alone will take you to the void
Music notes played, music played - I saw the sky,
I saw people whose words inspired faith -
Money, money, money, money, money!
 
We are tired of escorting, well enough, young, steel shots,
On marble the initials will be left with tears
Those who love with us,
Now on earth only a plate will convey the meaning of the words:
“We will not forget you !!! We will think about you and always say -
It’s not easy for mothers to bury young! ”