Lyrics ШЕША - 2011 - За чертой

I'll be back, as in a dream: morning, bird chirping,
I will smile at the painted spring, peace and awe -
I came back from the war, this is somewhere from that line.
I'll break, fly, tumble into the wind -
I do not want any more! I am flying, I am where the children are.
- Well, when, when? Third summer
And that spring sharpens a wound somewhere.
... "You are now soldiers, there is no mom-dad here"
- That's what he told us.
"If you die, we'll write it off, Afghan is here, did you hear?"
- So he told us ...
"Hang yourself, guys" - in silence by the gangway
Dembel told us.
The time has changed for the boys
War has come for the boys.
Frightened gaze to the hard point of fire
Going nowhere.

Come on, spirit, on business - it's all war!
Where the body is, there is a tremor - endless firing,
Presses with the front, hits on the roofs -
The world has a reason to blow everything up. Ayda,
Shoot!
Afghan, you are a shard in me
You breathe, you breathe, I feel you.
Your crazy run along my strange life
I fall, and you again: aim in sight, shoot, shoot,
Get up
Come on
Shoot
It's time ..
Why are you screaming like that, heart? you're just flesh
Pumping blood, pumping to the rhythm - that's it!
What else? - A lifelong question.
There, inside, life was running around -
I'm in a maze.

Near, somewhere very close - I would have to see -
I forward, behind the look, dragging hope - how careless,
And the spirit is rebellious - then they lie down, then they get up -
Someone's right there. And I would take it to the right,
Nearby.
Business, yes, my whole life is business - piled back -
Not in my gut, so at least my body accelerated in the field, in the expanse,
Yes on dashing will - I would see it -
I am now unfaithful, a fugitive convict,
Into the case.
My business with me is to cancel not subtract
My business is measured by the river for years.
It is never silent, even if it once jumps,
But one day it takes off - good luck.

Here he came, throwing his shutter
Into the dust of ruins. Afghan rock ended in silence
He's nobody now, he's shit now
Dissolved in the masses of the free stock. There always
Dripping quietly, your mother, sweet slice.
He came from where hell is
Where are the "jackals" guys in the bet,
Meat into the cannons, and let's fire
"Pencil" sharpen, sharpen, sharpen ...
I dreamed of everything: there, somewhere, I counted the days from dawn.
I dreamed everything: there, somewhere.
I dreamed of everything: there, somewhere - but nothing!
The same people in leather. And who will help us ?!
Crawled into chairs, staked out a place,
Souls for constipation - thieves, thieves, thieves!
He is sick. He is sick. He is sick.
I wandered along the river, sat by the stove -
The little ones were smeared, and until the final point.
I spread the wood, prayed to the book,
I picked it up where it hurt and closed it. Why do you want?

Someone knocked me over again
Or am I like an avalanche for myself?
- Dead italic SOS.
Press. Cold packed - fast.
It may be clean, but something unclean.
- Dead italic SOS.
Maybe someone is kicking there for something
He shoved me from above so that there was someone there.
- Dead italics
SOS! I am overturned, I am overthrown, trampled
A cold snowy mass! ..Who's there?
Maybe your own there, huh? SOS ?!

... Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare

Spring is a little to the ground - a bird is right there with a song.
The thawed water run away, come together.
It's time of the living, it's somewhere
From those saints.
The heart is silent - God, I'm in trouble.
My path is overgrown, blurred, I stand, scream - in vain.
Scattered us all, killed us,
Yes, a branch in the eye, demonic power.
And again: blizzard, cold inconspicuous day
Into empty hands, we dance just like that, out of boredom ...
The scream, the lonely scream lived, now died down -
Extremely summed up by a line,
There is snow in my palms, I glance casually, over, aimlessly,
Where am I, my God.

I'm full, I'm on a ration - a domestic cat.
Purring on the bag - supplies for future use.
Oh, my warm, how good!
And then the war, eh, and then
My old submachine gun is branded in the shoulder
- Soldier. When else?
Gone to war - once and for all
I mixed my fate with misfortune.
I hear her move, sit and wait.
Gone to war -