Текст песни Сергей Тимошенко - Поиск

seq. and music. - Timoshenko, Omsk
recording, mixing, mastering - VP Chernyshov, Omsk

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From the apartment comfort and care,
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Armed, we go deeper into the marshes,
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Not replacing the bitterness of salt sweet honey,
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Few people appreciate this and understand.
Surprise only ask that in the forest
One in which our party like a louse crawled
It is a fence near the kingdom forefathers
Separates the world of the living from the dead.

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This thicket of stems aged Divisional Commander,
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Do not start up, without a word to us the path of obstacles
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There floats a reality before the eyes of those
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Who is calling the memory away from the idle pleasures
Arachnoid ligature reflected signal
Spruce in radio then drove all the sounds,
But to them I became deaf, because like buckshot
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Cuts Russian my hearing foreign speech.

Similarly, steam bath henbane
Lower the shroud in front of me,
I immediately slowed his step, not breathing,
When I spotted in the fog PCA.
Here Red Army quietly creeping into the ditch,
Whistling grenade shattered into splinters bunker,
Explosion originated in the war
Echo battlefield suddenly settled in me.

Grunt over seventy years old rusted from wounds
In it lies the skeleton of all one - veteran
Without waiting for the spring, under a leaden cold
It crashed near the pine and roots sprouted.
A quagmire of slime from rotten stump
Not barely surviving to a victorious day
Covered moss shoots or dirty water,
Having laid forever in the grave all the same.
 
(Transition to Dm)
You sip your viskar in a chair,
I shake your hand icy "Fiskar"
To our ancestors, raised from the ground,
With Christian ritual buried.
Worse than not, than to be a hero without a face
That's why the soul and the heart
Brighter city lights in the darkness lit
Search engine fires the boys.

Spruce silently stands sentry at the post
And his cold, trembling at this hour without reason
She dug from the hills brought the smell of the wind
Nameless graves svezhestruganny planed.
As if the flesh crucified, so that the blood spurted,
There's a pair of carnations from the scarlet petals
With rows of wooden crowded pits
And prayer is ready to unknown guys.