Lyrics Любавин Сергей - Волчёнок
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Любавин Сергей
"Волчонок"
Вступление.
Беспризорник и рвань, по прозванью Серёга.
Тратил редкий талант, данный будто на грех.
Когда дрались, в расходку и врагов было много.
Он один на один, выходил против всех.
А когда подросли гордые одиночки.
Через злую жару и седую пургу.
Они вместе прошли все горячие точки.
Словно серая стая волков сквозь тайгу.
Такого волчонка любила девчонка.
Хорошая девочка, чубчик Алёнка.
Но однажды в горах молодые проспали.
Горцы тихо пришли и достали ножи.
Перебили весь взвод, а Серёгу связали.
И в далёкий аул избивая свели.
И смеялся старик ваххабит над Серёгой.
Вспоминай твою мать перед смертью святых.
У тебя есть два выхода, сдохнуть дорогой.
Иль в кулачном бою завалить пятерых.
Проигрыш.
У меня мамки нет, батьку тоже не вспомню.
Сирота я отец мне схлеснуться не грех.
За Россию старик, за счастливую долю.
Он как в детстве поднялся один против всех.
Модуляция.
Из под тельника рвётся, свинцовое тело.
Каково пацану умирать молодым.
Но природный талант точно знал своё дело.
Он свалил их легко одного за другим.
По тихому свею, по пыльным дорогам.
Бежал из чеченского плена Серёга.
И верила стая, волчонок вернётся.
А чубчик Алёнка, солдата дождётся.
А старик ваххабит, только молвил угрюмо.
Кто мужчиной рождён, тот рождён побеждать.
Горы, наша судьба и добавил подумав.
Будем на смерть, как этот мальчишка стоять.
Lyubavin Sergey
"Wolf"
Introduction.
A homeless child and a ditch named Seryoga.
Spent a rare talent, given as a sin.
When they fought, there were plenty of enemies.
He was one on one, going out against everyone.
And when grown up proud loners.
Through an evil heat and a gray snowstorm.
Together they went through all the hot spots.
Like a gray flock of wolves through the taiga.
Such a wolf was loved by a girl.
Good girl, Chubchik Alyonka.
But one day in the mountains the young slept.
The mountaineers came quietly and took out the knives.
They killed the whole platoon, but they linked Seryoga.
And in the distant aul beaten down.
And the old man laughed at Seryoga.
Remember your mother before the saints die.
You have two ways out, die dear.
Or in a fist fight to fill up the five.
Loss.
I do not have a mother, but I do not remember my father either.
I am an orphan.
For Russia, the old man, for a happy share.
He as a child rose up alone against all.
Modulation.
A lead body is torn from under the vest.
What a kid to die young.
But the natural talent knew exactly what he was doing.
He dumped them easily one by one.
By quiet sveju, on dusty roads.
He fled from the Chechen captivity of Seryoga.
And the flock believed, the wolf cub would return.
And Chubchik Alenka, the soldier will wait.
But the old man waghabits, only said sullenly.
Who is born a man, he is born to win.
Mountains, our destiny and added after thinking.
Let us go to the death, like this boy to stand.
"Wolf"
Introduction.
A homeless child and a ditch named Seryoga.
Spent a rare talent, given as a sin.
When they fought, there were plenty of enemies.
He was one on one, going out against everyone.
And when grown up proud loners.
Through an evil heat and a gray snowstorm.
Together they went through all the hot spots.
Like a gray flock of wolves through the taiga.
Such a wolf was loved by a girl.
Good girl, Chubchik Alyonka.
But one day in the mountains the young slept.
The mountaineers came quietly and took out the knives.
They killed the whole platoon, but they linked Seryoga.
And in the distant aul beaten down.
And the old man laughed at Seryoga.
Remember your mother before the saints die.
You have two ways out, die dear.
Or in a fist fight to fill up the five.
Loss.
I do not have a mother, but I do not remember my father either.
I am an orphan.
For Russia, the old man, for a happy share.
He as a child rose up alone against all.
Modulation.
A lead body is torn from under the vest.
What a kid to die young.
But the natural talent knew exactly what he was doing.
He dumped them easily one by one.
By quiet sveju, on dusty roads.
He fled from the Chechen captivity of Seryoga.
And the flock believed, the wolf cub would return.
And Chubchik Alenka, the soldier will wait.
But the old man waghabits, only said sullenly.
Who is born a man, he is born to win.
Mountains, our destiny and added after thinking.
Let us go to the death, like this boy to stand.