Текст песни Крек ft. Ассаи - Дорога

Chorus (* 2)

Let it not be a long way,
Through the high mountains
Across the deep sea
Home ...
Let the path you indicate the stars
And mothers wipe away tears,
They are already spilled a lot
Salt Lake...

Verse 1

God, how different are these people
Tell us why we hurt,
Those whom we love.
Tolerate us or boil now,
Where is the truth? Scary there?
Brother asked brother
Lying is not necessary, even if it is good
You're older of us two
Let it just for a year
I have not discovered the secrets
And the wings are not acquired
Sing guitar ... Old district
Stone Town will soothe the sirens
Thousands of white ribbons on black asphalt
Give captives bread and pure water.
Give paper and pen, give to relatives
At home, children, wives ...
Waiting for officers, waiting for fathers and husbands
In the receiving burn centers
What percentage of the skin is affected
It does not matter, if only to survive
Pity me Lena, I'm not iron,
Be gentle with me, the same as before
I survived everything and came back for you
Returned to see to hug
It is difficult to understand those who swore, but did not wait.
Aliens were aliens remained
No fairy tales, everything is clear
Lift for those who shoot the mountains of the Caucasus

Verse 2

I remember the courtyards in the dust, I remember my mother's tears
Apparently such an age, all for evil adults
Derailed train motto nineties
Quarters remember heroes, difficult teenagers
Cruel world forbade me to be gentle
And I bit those who barked and those who dragged
But there life itself tested them for strength
She read his letters and remembers every line.
Son has forgiven his stepfather, start with Our Father - pray
Until the war as a candle is over
With late night when the moon is high
One of the icons in front of her eyes mirotochila
They were predicted of fame, money, benefits,
But why is it all those who lay under machine-gun fire
Know the price of life, go with death to you,
While the heroes of the film are driving young crazy
Fall golden foliage
In the distance Chechnya is still further Afghanistan
Stay with me please don't leave
Someone drinks to forget, swipes over the edge
Iodine or ice on the wound - the pain does not go away
Fragments of shells as souvenirs at home
It seems like a little bit, the very minimum
And he will say: - "I'm at home, hug me!"

Chorus