Текст песни Вячеслав Бобков - Каждому по вере

Finish, brother, even a loop twist -
Yes on the hook, taller ...
Or slap a bullet in the forehead -
Neither live nor survive.
Crow counts the days
Solovyov not heard.
Hands up the hill, citizen,
Your time is up!

Hey, take it easy, e-me!
Do not wake the beast ...
I know everyone has his own,
To each - by faith.

He breeds pigeons,
This one is the population
And to whom is the green serpent -
Koresh and salvation.
Someone is hiding camps
Someone baptizes the will,
Someone silently, quietly,
& quot; Along the river, across the field ... & quot;

Hey, why are we pouring water?
Not on the height of the door?
So, each - his,
To each - by faith!

Who in the basement, who in the attic,
Here is a tavern, there is a cell,
Cook with fable fasting,
A hangover cocaine ...
How to rub two fingers -
A jug of poison to crack!
To lie on the bottom and die,
And then rise again.

Eh, proplyashem yes we drink
Yes, we will drop the Doors!
Will each - his,
To each - by faith!

Let's sit and keep quiet -
Long road…
Not priests and not doctors
Do not replace God.

Where the race ends,
The first is freedom!
On the last puts a cross
Dark breed.

Oh, one, two and three - we pour! -
Not on the height of the door?
Well, everyone - his,
To each - by faith!
Eh, time! yes again!
Yes, even the third, third time!
Will each - his,
To each - by faith!
Eh, time! yes again! ..

/ further - free improvisations
in the spirit of the people (each - his own).