Lyrics Мартиновский - Свинцовое небо
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Припев:
Глаза прикрыты.Мы умираем,
Серое небо повисло над нами.
Глаза прикрыты.Все умирают.
Успей спасти меня, пока ,я ранен.
Партия :
Серое небо,показалось светлей-голубого,
Я перестану.Обещал,но начинал по новой.
Мама чаще плакала,челночный бег с работы-в больницу,
Прости,за каждую слезу,которой дал пролится.
Треск молодого тела ,дал понять,
Что я знаю больше,чем каждый из вас, хоть впереди война.
Друзья покинут.Хоть,они пока как семья,
Они потом поймут,что им не нужен кореш-синяк.
Не отвечаю на звонки.Узнает девушка,кинет.
Стоя на крыше утешу себя.Сань,дни уж такие.
Мысли о смерти все чаще.Брат,не держи меня.
Если меня не станет вдруг,я попрошу не надо на себя пенять .
Оставь это,как память-в плей листах.
Мне примерным увы не стать.Не досчитать-до ста
Дождь за окном...напомнит обо мне.
Смертельный номер.Недоступен абонент .
Chorus:
Eyes covered. We are dying,
The gray sky hung over us.
Eyes covered. All die.
Manage me to save me while I'm wounded.
The consignment :
Gray sky, seemed light blue,
I will stop. Wastened, but I started on a new one.
Mom is more often crying, shuttle run from work - to the hospital,
Sorry for each tear, which gave shed.
Crash of a young body, gave to understand
What I know more than each of you, at least ahead of war.
Friends will leave. Girl, they are still like a family,
They will then understand that they do not need a kief bruise.
I do not answer calls. I value the girl, kins.
Standing on the roof comfort yourself. San, the days are so.
Thoughts about death are all more often. Brath, do not hold me.
If it won't be suddenly, I will ask you to punish yourself.
Leave it as memory-in play sheets.
I do not belong to me about it. Do not count-up
Rain outside the window ... Recalls me.
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Eyes covered. We are dying,
The gray sky hung over us.
Eyes covered. All die.
Manage me to save me while I'm wounded.
The consignment :
Gray sky, seemed light blue,
I will stop. Wastened, but I started on a new one.
Mom is more often crying, shuttle run from work - to the hospital,
Sorry for each tear, which gave shed.
Crash of a young body, gave to understand
What I know more than each of you, at least ahead of war.
Friends will leave. Girl, they are still like a family,
They will then understand that they do not need a kief bruise.
I do not answer calls. I value the girl, kins.
Standing on the roof comfort yourself. San, the days are so.
Thoughts about death are all more often. Brath, do not hold me.
If it won't be suddenly, I will ask you to punish yourself.
Leave it as memory-in play sheets.
I do not belong to me about it. Do not count-up
Rain outside the window ... Recalls me.
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