Текст песни ЯрмаК - Зима

I heard you crucify; I called loudly "Fascist."
You quickly fell for the stories of "Black" journalists.
Truth lives in me, and I will reveal it;
Somewhere I will delight, my hater, and somewhere upset.
www.GL5.RU
I have never been a fan, I was not "Left" and "Right."
I have never gone under the law and govern.
I never trusted all these * sins in uniform.
Trash trampled on my flag and woke the dragon.

Robbed people, strong, free, but humiliated.
With a wooden stick, he strides again on the asphalt scorched -
Against evil spirits and against the royal whip.
People had for cattle and my people rebelled!

You cannot understand in your 16s the meaning of these actions.
You’re a little philosopher - Kant, who didn’t give a damn about the entrance.
You figured out the truths, opened the Holy cache.
An economist, a geopolitician, - well, bring a diary!

I never understood how to betray my house.
If you called yourself a brother, take something alien.
Call me what you want, but that summer will come
When from the ashes my willow begins to dawn.

Chorus:
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.

I do not divide people into classes and color.
If you are decent, the Universe will always help.
If there is good in the heart, if truth is the main principle;
So faith is not dead. So, wait for the gifts from the sky.

I could keep silent and get around all this criticism.
I could move out, like everyone else - music, out of politics.
And I don’t know how to hold back when my heart aches.
When the best takes the sky, when they are buried.

The sky is crying with tears, and I collect the drops in a puddle.
So the sea was born that a black frigate will destroy in a wave.
At the back of my head is a hood, moving around the world - a wanderer.
I’m not Shakur, but if anything, my whole flock will rise.

Not Mayakovsky, not Shevchenko, not Franco, not Brodsky.
Tell me how much you can live, like this: idiotic?
How much to endure and do: "According to the Royal decree!"?
I'd rather die while standing, but not on my knees.

No matter how hard it was here, no matter how life hit me.
I won’t give my native land, I won’t sell it for a bar of soap.
I believe that the day will come - clouds will disperse in the sky.
And on my land, through the darkness, the first ray will break through.

Chorus:
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.

Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.

Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.
Walking, wandering - Vitra Pitaє: "De hathina, de ridna land?
Having forgotten the stitch, you don’t know that happiness! There is winter in my heart.