Life or death ?
Ordered to destroy !
Who are they? Bastards !
And that says it all ! ( Who are they? Bastards ! Bastards !)
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
Met the street , in the spring and poplar fluff ,
And accompanied echelon long.
And let candles burn churches and cry ,
Horseshoe on the porch did not bring good luck.
As the sun bright as the stars forever ,
Bare feet , following the path of the Milky .
Hope in friendship , forgiveness, faith,
Clock heart beating on the door .
At the door of the soul, the one on the scars ,
And it is not the question now 9 grams.
Whistling death comes , joking and rocks ,
Let eats , what she needed .
In shirts born , and did not intend to shoot ,
Always love , loved , and we must fight was fought .
And begin the path to the problems of non-children ,
And from the hungry turned to childhood.
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
Reliable person - the notion of unreliable ,
And the seeds of captivity, proveet time difficult .
To learn weakness , we did not have an example,
Our inheritance - Russian heart size.
Clouds are gathering , and the evening sun hides ,
And the last day does not mean anything .
A heart is parched and my heart aches
And the wind is howling and does not rest,
Mom, I do not blame you for something that is not familiar with you,
So it was decided by fate .
Frankly, in my dreams I imagined you a living ,
Looked into his eyes, and he could touch his hand .
I grew up on the street , I stole,
Not for years I've seen , lost friends ,
On the area visited , but stubbornly continued to live .
What is my childhood this , Mom?
All of these wounds, scars on the heart ,
After all, I do not need anyone ,
And yet, I was born in this country,
And I told her to! ( I told her to! I told her to! )
Life or death ?
Ordered to destroy !
Who are they? Bastards !
And that says it all ! ( Who are they? Bastards ! Bastards !)
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
Winter looked out the window of the soul patterned ,
We lived well , and did not play in childhood neglect.
And there was even a small to us ,
No love, no sorrow, no pity !
No love, no sorrow, no pity ...
