Текст песни Rem Digga - На юг

My fire is not extinguished, it is inside. With him I go into darkness, full of them. Stands there ahead, where the formidable view. The thin, diseased crowns of willows stretch into the sky. My path is far, into that steppe of evil and gloomy path. My rap is a gift, and it is wrapped in the best darkness. I sat down, waiting for a fist over my head. We are all a sign. I'm not willing, disgruntled son of a bitch. On the battlefield, I skip hooks in cabbage soup. Pretty painful, who scared you ??? But I cane like a bull, and they cane like fairies. Through the fields in boots, past nifs and mines. We are they, the shooting gallery is one. Sif converged into a hole, the world flies. I take a shield and a sword, I want to live and be. The caravan leaves in darkness, There are black-black willows, horror, darkness. There are rivers of dead fish, fallen birds, fallen nat. But I'll be back - you know, A pair of discord, like ivy, like an octopus. If I turn, they won't understand me. Dear do not grieve, do not call, do not forget. Aha, there in the distance I will dissolve in smoke. The caravan leaves to the south, goes into the darkness, Everyone took their dream to warm it there in hell. But my pain is a forgotten dream, A cartridge sent to the chamber. Whoever encroached on my house will be buried in it. The caravan leaves to the south, where the covers are given from the tree, as a gift. Where, the demons of war are fighting there all. Hot guns in the tank. Whipping and hitting is my instinct, If the world is like a ring, if it's in the blood. Behind my back is my house, there my angel sleeps, Opened his mouth on them bitch? No question, catch it! The caravan departs 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. It's best to just iron it. But the demons were seen here across the river. And again they collect men. The caravan leaves to the south, Unloading stuffed up to impossible. Lead tears poison the pulse. Tears taste differently. I'm going to go, like everyone else. I sat down with him for five minutes. And I 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, like the wind from these steppes. Oh, if I knew about the bitch war. That the native fields will smoke. You scream, see the fields are burning. But I swear to you. Who stepped with a sword dear here. He did it in vain. The caravan leaves to the south, The horizon in the distance is covered with blood. The smell of sweat, there is gunpowder, swill, The smell of burnt hemp. Dirty paws climb into my house. An unceremonious vile condom. Time to show your fangs. Who is the queen dad here, who is the don. Covered hemispheres, blew everyone. Small success. But we are an unnecessary load of two. Next, the path to the forest. Demons are somewhere beyond the river. Doesn't catch glances under the visor. Is the caravan alive? Bow to the native land. 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 am I without these hands, dear to me ??? For their lives ready to die. My Motherland, dear, kind land. My homeland, you alone are mine. Motherland, be patient! Native land. My Motherland, you alone are mine ...