Persecuted by the world space wind
Their way in the universe completed,
Heavy corvette old lady Planet
Creaks on abrupt bends .
Land as land, and the people as people -
Kutim River il sit penniless
Exults , sadness, hate and love ,
S human soul lives .
And bright compose songs poets,
Star live sages ,
And next, neuznanny , wander through the world
Scoundrels , cattle, scoundrels .
Scoundrels , cattle, scoundrels .
And if again somewhere in the world shoot
In the fire and the smoke of the heavens ,
Once they swim in front of me -
Cold evil eye.
And it seems to me, in all executions, murders,
All the wars on our soil ,
In all the robberies , violence, atrocities
Guilty all the same rascal !
Guilty all the same villain .
Cold hari at the ready
And the hoarse cries of the people ,
And whistling whips and sobs rifles
Under furious snorting horses.
Of course, it's here ! Here he picked up the gauntlet
And there is no need to hide me.
And here I am in the blood, a person on the pavement ,
And he was above me on a horse .
And he was above me on a horse .
Crucifixion in the night , crosses, though reared,
Giordano shouts of fire ...
And not breathe in the stench and smoke.
No, it burned me!
And he was right there , yonder , draped ,
Priest - since when ?!
He baptized me vanities : So far , they say , my son !
And firewood thrown into the fire.
And firewood thrown into the fire.
Rapidly hurtling to earth orbit
In captivity unearthly darkness.
See : German tanks in Madrid !
See : Khatyn burns !
I , still, in an area of Chile
Legs kicking fascist.
Guitar - Bang Bang and song - Bang Bang
And my heart bleed ask.
And my heart bleed ask.
Three drops of wine in the same vile hand -
And the music fade forever .
Cotton - Russian poet and blood
January will turn the snow.
Shoot and burn and poison laws
And neigh my face scoundrels ,
But I'm alive , I'm alive but , oddly enough ,
They have not tenants .
They have not tenants .
And now I'm flying , horse chases,
In the dream, the water and the sand,
With sword unsheathed in the crowd of scoundrels
Crashed at full gallop .
Ruble as nettles , and right and left ,
Without looking , backhand , with shoulder
And cloud vpolmira , vpolsveta , vpolneba
They run like locusts .
They run like locusts .
Oh, if indeed there was this battle ,
I would then fought to the end,
I 'd go ahead , live il dead ,
To spit in the face of a scoundrel .
All songs and thoughts , discoveries , good luck
Past and future years ,
Just be myself, I would have given the bargain ,
That there were no wars on earth.
That there were no wars on earth.
To light a song composed poets,
To every light in the soul ,
To make corvette letelav planet
Link on the steep turns !
Link on the steep turns !