Текст песни Провокация - Мы не вернемся по весне

To the east, to the sunrise,
At the beginning of the road.
So many passed into the ford,
Vselos - do not scrape off.
But to tear the cow from the face
To the blood, to the bone,
To the fire, to the end,
Before the beginning of the journey.

& Quot; is & quot; empty years -
The mortal sin is drunk.
We are the seventh water
On a bloody kissel.
So choose on & quot; maybe & quot ;,
Stand in the thawed snow,
Only repent ...
We will not be back in the spring.

How many years have passed
in blood feud with himself
We, creeping out into the light,
we find eternal peace,
we find an eternal shelter
with the taste of the frozen earth.
Silence on the edge
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& Quot; is & quot; empty years -
The mortal sin is drunk.
We are the seventh water
On a bloody kissel.
So choose on & quot; maybe & quot ;,
Stand in the thawed snow,
Only repent ...
We will not be back in the spring.

There are a lot of birds in the sky.
Memory is a tiny days,
The collapsed faces
Yes sor of great ideas.
All out of the cramped cottage
For the last threshold.
From a tired fate
At sunrise, to the east.

& Quot; is & quot; empty years -
The mortal sin is drunk.
We are the seventh water
On a bloody kissel.
So choose on & quot; maybe & quot ;,
Stand in the thawed snow,
Only repent ...
We will not be back in the spring.