Текст песни Nord Attack feat. c-4 vs. Bas - Молдова

Moldovan air soaked in my soul.
I walk through the city, even if in the cold.
Coming to the ground, we go along it,
But after all, someone down there is still from distant days ...
Arrows on the watch are always somewhere in a hurry,
And we can not catch up with them,
To do everything in time:
Man does everything quickly.
Without much sense.
Pity and mercenary.
I speak Russian, although I live in Moldova -
We are all in the same color and blood!
There is no difference what you are physique:
You're human, are not you? - Yes!
Without a doubt...
From early childhood, I walked on you.
The charm of your lips lies deep inside me!
Our great-grandfathers and grandfathers died fighting for us,
And their eyes are looking at us from the sky ...

My eyes are closing ...
You forget about everything ...
This is the will of God,
A man has nothing to do with it!
I can not ... no power to cope with myself ...
Here it is Moldova ...
It is in front of me ...
In the silence of the wilderness, in the darkness of the imprisonment ...
If there is love in the country - there is salvation!
There is a love of life, for yourself!
I'm a man of principles ... but I'm not alone on Earth!
There are a lot of us
From the Father God!
Everything has its time and its own way ...
Silent, deep sadness haunts me ...
I walk along the road quietly - it's my land !!!
Land that has absorbed hatred and pain!
I saw different roles in my life ...
Gave God - God took: decide not to us, mortals!
Burn the star ... burn yourself to the sinful!

I clench my fist to defend myself ...
Before the battle, praying,
I'm ready to bleed!
Bare feet...
Bread is warm on the damp earth ...
Rain drizzles -
My people are crying for the sky!
From the solitude of my soul
My throat is dry.
The heart fell ill
The pain of ancestors from blows with a plaque ...
Tears began to flow, as for his mother's son,
Which she covered her back with a sword!
Doomed faces run before my eyes,
Hoping to find a piece of paradise ahead!
The joy of a past life
Turned into tears,
Transparent, as a spring from which we drank water ...
Legs breaking about the stones on the roads,
I'm walking the world of the Moldovan people ...
Breaking their elbows, people fell to the ground ...
The God of their soul took away -
The crows took the body.

I grew up here on Moldovan soil!
And I can stand in front of my parents' knees!
Pride plays for my country:
Whatever it was, I love it!
I love her for bringing me into the world!
I want to celebrate it, but there is no truth to it ...
For my country I'll go to the end!
For courage drink a Moldavian wine ...
A wine that has absorbed the taste of its native land,
Soaked in the hope of the northern dream!
I wake up early in the morning,
Well, in the evening - to sleep again
I WILL NOT FORGET YOU MOLDOVA!
RELATED MY MOTHER!
Breathing in full the air of the native city,
Panting from stink, dust and cold!
Whatever the truth was not,
It's still mine!
After all, I've been living here since childhood!

Do you know what I call Homeland?
My family, my home, and to the pain of my native land,
Where I was born, where I live now!
I LOVE MY COUNTRY,
Whatever my story is!
Many flee from here,
Forgetting about the family!
Sell ​​abroad for a penny of honor!
Mine! YOURSELF! OUR PEOPLE!
There is one question: