Текст песни Баста - Там где нас нет

- Do you at least understand what you are doing with your life?
Do you want to like a mother? Do you want to finish how she is?
- I want like me.
- plant a plane #;

Well, where we do not.
There, in fact, the eternal summer, and at home - bad weather.
And sadness that happiness is not in money.
And then, I, for one or two, could steal happiness, and
Ripping into pieces, like 100 through.
And I let everything that I stole from the treasury to the wind.
In a foreign land, I wanted to bury my heart deeply.
Gardens of paradise there, but only I, in them all the same weed ...

Well, where we do not.
There, in fact, the eternal summer, and at home - bad weather.
And sadness that happiness is not in money.
And then, I, for one or two, could steal happiness, and.

Before the images, I am baptized with three fingers.
I pray, but I know - the soul will not stop hurting.
We are a cruel alloy, we have nowhere to put a sample.
Forever forever the shutters, we are not a cross, even though we are crosses.

Russian share, we are in this share in the share in full right.
Homeland will not let go. Gave itself - itself and strangle & # 33;
And instead of tears, they have birch sap.
Everything is easy for me without her, but it is not easy for me to forget.

Your will is to pardon someone and to execute someone.
For You, Your children are ready to lie with bones.
At sunset, sat down to play, got up for an instant before dawn completely gray.
I lost everything, even though everyone was a trump card.

Well, where we do not.
There, in fact, the eternal summer, and at home - bad weather.
And sadness that happiness is not in money.
And then, I, for one or two, could steal happiness, and
Ripping into pieces, like 100 through.
And I let everything that I stole from the treasury to the wind.
In a foreign land, I wanted to bury my heart deeply.
Gardens of paradise there, but only I, in them all the same weed ...

Oh, you're the motherland - Mom. God - Daddy.
Pillowcases - clouds. The sun is a light bulb.
House Kazyonny - carved izba-izba
Painted mansions, a hardened door, and at the door - a feeder.

& quot; Where he was born, it was useful there, & quot ;, - so they say like;
But, the land, where I was useful, did not become my Motherland.
Hmm, here, it will not be like they have there ...
Not the buzz, not the parish, brother, not the exhaust & # 33;

I have not seen the Father for a long time, and the telephone is for & quot; Heart to heart & quot; - not that.
Apparently the term did not come out ... Well, it means - for later.
Aunts and grandmothers tied black scarves.
Take it, brother, for me, Bate - 100 scarlet carnations.

We are all so ...
We come to this world against our will.
Do not go away on its own.
And the chest pierced the fraction - black currant.
Eh ... Mother-Mother-Mother.

This is a one way door.
Once opened, you cannot close it back.
Eve & # 33;

Well, where we do not.
There, in fact, the eternal summer, and at home - bad weather.
And sadness that happiness is not in money.
And then, I, for one or two, could steal happiness, and
Ripping into pieces, like 100 through.
And I let everything that I stole from the treasury to the wind.
In a foreign land, I wanted to bury my heart deeply.
Gardens of paradise there, but only I, in them all the same weed ...

Well, where we do not.
There, in fact, the eternal summer, and at home - bad weather.
And sadness that happiness is not in money.
And then, I, for one or two, could steal happiness, and
Ripping into pieces, like 100 through.
And I let everything that I stole from the treasury to the wind.
In a foreign land, I wanted to bury my heart deeply.
Gardens of paradise there, but only I, in them all the same weed ...

Just do not love you when you're around ...