Текст песни Рен дигга - осман про

My fire is not extinguished, it is inside.
With him I go into darkness, full of them.
There, forward stands, where a formidable view.
Thin sick crowns of willows stretch into the sky.

My path is far, to that steppe of evil and a gloomy traveler.
My rap is a gift, it was wrapped in the best gloom.
He sat down, waiting for a fist over his head.
We all have a sign.

Involuntarily, disgruntled son of a bitch.
On the battlefield, I miss the hooks in the soup.
It really hurt who scared you.
But I prru like a bull, and they hit like fairies.

In the fields, sweeps, past nifs and mines.
We are they, the shooting gallery is one.
Seed converged, the world flies into a hole.
I take a shield and a sword, I want to live and be.

The caravan goes into the distance into the dark, there willows are black and black, horror, darkness.
There are rivers of dead fish, fallen birds, fallen nat.
Come and find out, a paw of discord, like ivy, like an octopus.
If I turn, they won’t understand me.

Dear, do not worry, do not call, do not forget.
Yeah, in the distance I’ll dissolve in smoke.

The caravan goes south, goes into the darkness.
Everyone took his dream so that she warmed there in hell.
But my pain is a forgotten dream. Sent in the chamber chamber.
Who encroached on my house will be buried in it.

The caravan goes south, there
Where the tree covers give, as a gift.
Where, the demons of war sing there.
Incandescent barrels in the tank.

To whip and beat is my instinct
If the world is like a ring, if it is in the blood.
Behind my house, my angel is sleeping there,
Opened his mouth at them, bitch? No question, catch it!

The caravan leaves south early in the morning.
I hold love in my hands, I am silent. I'm just not breathing.
I touch the strands with a burning hand. It’s just her ironing is best.
But demons were seen here across the river. And again the men are gathered.

The caravan leaves to the south, packed to the point of unloading.
Lead tears poison the pulse, shaw for a completely different taste.
Going on the road, like everyone else. I’ve been with him for five minutes, then I sat down.
I hold in my hands, waiting for the dawn. Shards of the past come to me.

In the green meadows in the grass, I kissed my knees, burned.
Free as the wind from these steppes.
Oh, if I knew about a bitch war.

What smoke native fields.
You scream, look the cornfields are burning.
Come out, I swear to you -
Who stepped with a native sword here.
He did it in vain.

The caravan goes south, the horizon is covered with blood in the distance.
The smell of sweat, there is gunpowder, swill, the smell of burnt hemp.
Dirty paws climb into my house. Unceremonious, vile scumbag.
Time to show the fangs. Who is dad, queen, who is don.

Covered hemispheres, blew all. Small success.
But we are unnecessary cargo 200. Next - the path to the forest.
Demons are out there, across the river. Looks at the shadow under the visor.
Did the caravan come to life? Homeland bow.

Who am I without these fields?
Well, who am I without these fields - tell me.
Moans, those that are on fire, and I can only burn with them.

Who is without this hair? Who without these hands are I dear to me?
For their life, ready to die -

My Motherland, my dear, kind land.
My Motherland, you alone are with me.
Motherland, be patient! Native land.
My Motherland, you alone are with me ...