Текст песни Иван Кучин - Человек

How far away, somewhere in the suburbs
Photo of the son was dropped by the hand
And the white snow flew away from the chase
A man in a quilted jacket or just a suitcase
Mother sent a letter - my son was sick
I know how to prepare clothes
Only before the road to me at least once
Before I die, look at you, my son

Lost peace, all one - how are you there
Do you really not see us?
I would have rushed to you, but could not rise up in power
And on the impudent escape
And on a daring escape he went the same night

The rocket rocketed into the sky and fell over the river
Night again absorbed the outlines of the taiga
And to meet a fugitive from the forest
A lone wolf came out and bared his fangs

The man took out his knife: "Gray, do not joke,
If you want blood, well, I'm just like you;
Is it worth fighting to start mortal us?
You hear barking, then the dogs follow me.

I, too, like an animal, were driven into a corner by people,
And if so - what now we share, hell
You see, God himself did not give you or me "
The wolf stood still,
The wolf stood still and melted in the darkness

Tearing the dog's cause in the blood,
The track looped and was lost, the blizzard
And the white snow flew away from the chase
A man in a quilted jacket or just a prisoner

And the corporal also remembered one's mother
And amidst the black aspens, everything was moving briskly
Ten-day price - who appointed her
A back flashed and the forearm rose

The shutter clicked dryly, turned zek
& quot; Bitch & quot; - he breathed and looked into the clouds
And at the top there is emptiness, only in the distance along the curve
The star rolled,
The star rolled like a vacation home

Snow melted the cartridges, and expired scarlet blood
A man in a quilted jacket, an unnamed cons
And far, far away, somewhere in the suburbs
His son's hand dropped.