Текст песни БАРАДА - О СМЕРТИ

This song is dedicated to my friend who did not live before these days. EVERLASTING MEMORY. Rest with the world Max! Barada at the microphone. The whole world became different, a tear runs along the cheek. I manage to see his mother in my eyes. The days of the funeral, like terrible dreams, today drink vodka all our fighters. District streets took you, you will live forever, not just for me. He died young, forever stayed with us, not to tell the loss of a friend. It seems yesterday, you were still alive, and today you sleep, three meters under the ground. All evil life seemed painful for us. And everyone knew who, Barad and Max. But I stayed here, and you went to another world to believe it lacking my strength. Rest with the world friend, we will remember you, what a pity that I will see you only in a dream.

No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.
No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.

I thought about death very many times, and I do not know what life is for us. High-spirited mirrors, black clothes, nothing will be nothing before. Memory, like a shadow, walks for me, today, forever I say goodbye to you. I remember how the days and nights moved out, as it is a pity that this time nobody returns to us. Everything that is left, a couple of photos, I know that death is always next to us. The night comes to an end, I do not fall asleep today, I accompany a friend on the last path. The covers of the coffin is closed, there are friends around, mom flashes, the earth is refused. Why do we live and why die? We ask yourself a question, but do not know the answer!

No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.
No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.

Life is a dirty game, we all having won players when there are no friends next, always there are enemies! Too much pain in my words, my friend was killed, but how so. Why do young die so early? Tomorrow will be a new day, which means a new drama. How much is given to us? Only God knows about it. The world is beautiful, but for some reason so cruel! Who will stop lawlessness, the lot of ruthless sacking? Mother had a son she lost him! Well, where are the best days? Who will stop the battles? Those who rest in the world peace and respect! Life continues, everyone played their roles, I wanted to say about death, in my stories. I did not think about it, I had to find out, I lost my friend, I have nothing more to say.

No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.
No love, hopes, our life is evil. About when I die I do not know!
Alcohol and drugs turn friends into the peckerel. Everything dies that I believed.