Текст песни Помидоров - Крывавае свята

Bloody Holiday

I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in lying -
Witnesses told me about it, the press told -
About how one sunny day
How many people died together.
It was not banal
Criminal analysis,
No capture, no terrorist attack,
Not failed love,
Not a silly fan fight
football -
Something in the world is wrong, something is wrong with us.
And who am I?
Why am I talking about this?
Because this is my city,
And I live here.
This is my region, as it is now fashionable to say,
So it can’t help me
to touch.
Maybe it's because I wasn't there myself?
But here it is, a sad story:
And it was May
ninety-ninth.
I invite everyone
On a bloody holiday ...

Holiday as holiday: cigarettes, beer.
And that there were more people, that there was enough place for all -
Playground under the open sky
yes free
On the bite is a concert, supposedly rock and roll.
I drank-ate-loved-danced ...
And in the sky the cloud was gathering.
And as soon as the holiday passed
for half,
The downpour went to ten
thousands of heads.
The long-awaited rescue from
heat!
And all in the holiday!
Afraid to get wet.
Started playing hide and seek who
rather, who where.
Someone decided that it was better in the transition ...
Who is first on the stairs
slipped?
Who failed to climb, was at the bottom?
There is such a children's game
With the hilarious name "heap-small".
Cops from the subway guard almost
standing nearby,
But outside the door, they watched in silence:
The people are suffocating!
Everything as always!
Isn't it enough for all of them
transitions?
And only. Do not let anyone into the subway.
Follow the order.
Drive away from the door.
But we learned about it
only then
It's a pity I probably wasn't there ...

From the forces of Satan
From the spirit of death
From sudden death
God, protect us ...

And the rain poured down and poured down,
As if someone was mocking and mocking
From how the young man strangled the old woman.
And so that no one came in anymore
in transition,
The guys clung to their last
Karagod.
They shouted, "Back! Back! Back!"
They shouted, "Home! Home! Home!"
They shouted, "Back! Back! Back!"
But already in the back pressed them
the unconscious crowd.
The blue face is masculine, the crimson is feminine.
Are these bones cracking, or have eyes already burst?
As in Mauthausen in the stack
people fell
Punching heels girls
chest.
Mother of God! Holy Trinity!
On a cathedral mountain, or is it just a dream?
Is it blood from the lips, or choirs for the feast?
Forgive me for not being with you I’m there!

From the forces of Satan
From the spirit of death
From sudden death
God, protect us ...

They made fools out of young people, heroes out of cops.
At least three policemen were killed.
Two with wives. One was called Dima.
Got from his on the head
club.
Ask him, ask him not to dream anymore:
How to stifle your savior
the victim?
Ask how you feel
If you die at the same time
are you killing
I don't know if I need to tell you more,
As a doctor then banned
To state a lethal outcome
affective,
When the patient is already in the room
resuscitation.
And about the corpse stench, and how the beds were not enough,
And how many of them died on the floor.
After all, a corpse is a corpse, it does not exist otherwise,
But of course how much death costs!
One hundred million rubles.
Then two hundred dollars.
Bloody dollars!
To the families of the victims!

There was a complaint. Summed up ...
In the forties like a monument
set:
"Accident! Accident!"
Again parted with the net
conscience.
Some go to church, but most go home ...
Thank God I wasn’t there.

From the forces of Satan
From the spirit of death
From sudden death
God, protect us ...