Текст песни NTL - Когда хоронят молодых - Матерям нелегко молодых хоронить

Someone's hour has already broken through, someone's any minute, Sometimes you don't know if you will live at least a day. You will die in agonizing groans or escape the torment, Without breaking the law, or put bracelets on your hands. Every year, in each district, someone drives off, having taken inside, Someone burns under a layer of armor instead of an institute. Someone interferes with life, someone buries himself, Someone rises for a long time, not noticing that they are already drowning. The boys see off their brothers on their last journey, and openly say goodbye to their tears. After all, he chose himself instead of his best friend, And jumped under the bullets, getting lead with his own chest, Because of his own stuffed arrow, in a second he lost everything. In a senseless firefight and achieved ... What? Why does he now need those unshared money, And the future son has a father before birth in the earth. We are tired of seeing off, Well enough, young people, firing from steel. Initials on the marble, Tears will be left by those who love and knew. Now on the ground only a slab will convey, The meaning of the words: "Let's not forget you!" Let us think about you and always say: "It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!" All that gold that is read to us, like leprechauns, Pseudo-Dons encourage young people to break the laws. To be a living barrier to those who share the thrones, In this street war, the boys are treated like clones. What will a mother get for her son? From the chest of his patrons, Or the one who is guilty will crawl to her with a bow. Will be cotton feet, with eyes full of moisture, Follow the coffin of his son, tears of grief in his throat lumpy. Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes! He himself went to the chopping block, At one time he did not have the courage to send everything to hell. And friends, that they themselves, like targets in the shooting range, are not the first time, They bury their own, say: "Rest in Peace!" But the world was much wider than the grave fence, He measured it in money, and here's the payback. The world was much more beautiful than the landscapes on the banknotes. It sounded much nicer than the march in minor notes. I can not see the eyes of mothers from raw tears, I can not see fathers, without time gray. I cannot see the sadness of friends, girlfriends, relatives, I cannot see when the young are buried. We are tired of seeing off, Well enough, young people, firing from steel. Initials on the marble, Tears will be left by those who love and knew. Now on the ground only a slab will convey, The meaning of the words: "Let's not forget you!" Let us think about you and always say: "It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!" The posters of life will paint the future, Here all the trunks and scars are decisive. Knives are healed in the hospital, God, maybe it will all end someday. Street wars, thirst for will, Stop breaking the laws given for a century-sin, a step into a dead end. One moment, one shot, one man-sob! Look into the sky, a bullet, like poison, will burn you. No! Power won't help, yes, Only a red stream from the body will fall, Leaving sticky traces on the ground where you grew up. You will remember the best moments, In the last seconds, doctors will not save, do not wait for help! The wind alone will take you to the void. Notes played, notes played! I saw the sky, I saw people whose words inspired faith, Where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they? We are tired of seeing off, Well enough, young people, firing from steel. Initials on the marble, Tears will be left by those who love and knew. Now on the ground only a slab will convey, The meaning of the words: "Let's not forget you!" Let us think about you and always say: "It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!"