Someone's hour has already been broken, someone's from minute to minute
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Sometimes you don’t know: will you live at least a day?
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Will you die in painful groans or will you escape torment?
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Without violating the laws or will they put bracelets on their hands?
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Every year, in every district, someone drives off, having taken inside
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Someone is burning under a layer of armor instead of an institute
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They interfere with someone's life, someone buries himself
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Someone rises for a long time without noticing that he is already drowning
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The boys on their last journey see the brothers through their lives
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Without hiding their tears, they will say goodbye briefly
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After all, he chose himself instead of his best friend
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And jumped under the bullets, getting lead with his own chest
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Because of his stuffed arrow, he lost everything in a second!
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In a senseless shootout, he achieved ... What?
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Why does he need that undivided money now
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And the future son has a father before his birth in the earth...
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We are tired of seeing off
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Well, enough, young people, firing from steel!
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Initials on marble
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Tears will be left by those who love and know
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Now on earth only a stove will carry
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The meaning of the words: "We will not forget you ..."
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We will think of you and always say:
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“It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!” |
All the gold that is predicted to us like leprechauns
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Pseudo-Dons encourage young people to break laws
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To be a living barrier to those who share the thrones
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In this street war, boys are treated like clones
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What will a mother get for her son? |
Ammo from his chest?
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Or will the one who is to blame crawl to her with a bow?
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Will be cotton feet, with eyes full of moisture
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Go after the coffin of your son, tears of grief in your throat lumpy?
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! |
He himself went to hell
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At one time, I didn’t have the courage to send everything to hell!
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And friends, that they themselves, like targets in a shooting range, are not the first time
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They bury their own, they say: "Rest in Peace"
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And the world was much wider than a grave fence
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He measured it with money - and here is the payback!
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The world was much more beautiful than the scenery on banknotes!
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It sounded much nicer than a march in minor notes!
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I can’t see mothers’ eyes because of wet tears!
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I can't see fathers, gray-haired without time!
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I can’t see the sadness of friends, girlfriends, relatives!
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I can't see when the young are buried!
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We are tired of seeing off
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Well, enough, young people, firing from steel!
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Initials on marble |
Tears will be left by those who love and know
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Now on earth only a stove will carry
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The meaning of the words: "We will not forget you ..."
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We will think of you and always say:
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“It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!”
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Posters of life will draw the future
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Here everything is decided by trunks and burnt scars
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They heal from knives in the hospital ...
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God, will it ever end?
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Street wars, thirst for will?
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Enough to break the laws given for a century - a sin, a step into a dead end
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One moment, one shot, one person - a sob!
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Look into the sky, a bullet, like poison, will burn you!
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No! |
Strength will not help - yes
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Only a red stream from the body will fall
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Leaving sticky footprints on the land where you grew up!
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Remember the best moments
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Doctors won't save you in the last seconds, don't wait for help!
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The wind alone will take you to the void!
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The notes are played, the notes are played! |
I saw the sky
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I saw people whose words inspired faith...
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Where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they?
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We are tired of seeing off
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Well, enough, young people, firing from steel!
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Initials on marble
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Tears will be left by those who love and know
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Now on earth only a stove will carry |
The meaning of the words: "We will not forget you ..."
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We will think of you and always say:
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“It is not easy for mothers to bury the young!” |