Lyrics Кошка-Сашка - Сезон охоты

The scene will remember you,

              C

Inspired by a shirt ripping on his chest,

            Am

From empty gutters smoke rises,

            H7

Drops of sweat will light a hot soffit

 

To hate in the soul, to despise for nothing

You did not know these words, let alone feelings

You tried to live the way you just sang

Under the wreckage of the image there is a crunch

 

  C

You were not afraid to become a target

  Am

You were not afraid of anything here at all.

 Em

The hall collapses and the shadows fluctuate

  H7

You were not afraid, but you did not escape.

 

You forgot that life has only 7 circles

How many versts you measured, on your belly crawl,

How much blood you spit on the sacked floor,

Have you changed anything at all?

 

Stay the last, worthy finale,

It is the bitterness of victory, an empty tragedy

You believed helplessly, but did not know at all:

Good God still exists, and he looks at us

 

I close the hunting season,

The scene is empty, the searchlight is extinguished

The vaults swing overhead,

Get out and do not bother me with your soul.

 

You looked out of empty glass for so long,

You so sharp and brazenly sharpened your eyes,

You seemed to forget that you are me,

My front-line hero, my front dress

 

And the helpless look rests on the floor

And the guitar flies from the weakened hands

And under the collapsed vault we will die together

I walk with you into a vicious circle

 

Yes, you can now hate

Well, shoot me for it.

No, you can not, bit card,

Still not enough in the world of poets