Текст песни mara salvatrucha - На Юг

My fire is not extinguished, it is inside. With him I go into darkness, full of them. There stands ahead, 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 path. My rap is a gift, and it was wrapped in the best darkness. He sat down, waiting for a fist over his head. We all have a sign. I do not, dissatisfied son of a bitch. On the battlefield, I miss hooks in cabbage soup. It hurts pretty much who was scared by you ??? But I like, like a bull, and they like fairies. Through the fields in boots, past the nifs and mines. We are they, the shooting gallery is one. Seth converged in a hole, the world flies. I take a shield and a sword, I want to live and be. The caravan goes into darkness, There willows are black and black, horror, darkness. There are rivers of dead fish, fallen birds, fallen nat. But I'll be back - know, A pair of contention, like ivy, like an octopus. If I turn, they won’t understand me. Native, 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 dark, Each took his dream so that she warmed there in hell. But my pain is a forgotten dream, Doslan in the chamber of the cartridge. Who encroached on my house will be buried in it. The caravan goes south, where the covers are given from the tree, as a gift. Where, the demons in the war are fighting there. Incandescent barrels in the tank. To win 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, Has opened a mouth on them a 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. Just iron it best. But demons were seen here across the river. And again the men are gathered. The caravan to the south leaves, Crammed to the point of unloading. Lead tears poison the pulse. Tears taste completely different. Going on a journey, like everyone else. I sat with him for five minutes. And 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 the bitch of war. What smoke the native fields. You scream, look the fields are burning. But 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 scum. Time to show the fangs. Who is the pop queen, who is don. Covered hemispheres, blew all. Small success. But we are an unnecessary load of two hundred. Next is the path to the forest. Demons are out there, across the river. He does not catch his eyes 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 is without these hands, my relatives ??? For their life, ready to die. My Motherland, my dear, kind land. My Motherland, you alone are with me. Motherland, be patient! Motherland. My Motherland, you alone are with me ...