ДДТ Юрий Шевчук - Родина.flv

DDT Yuri Shevchuk - Motherland. God, how many years I go, but he did not even move. God, how many days I&looking for that forever with me How many years I chew instead of bread, raw love How many lives in the temple I spits Blued barrel, a long-awaited da-a-al! Black lights from neighboring gates Hatches, handcuffs, a torn mouth. How many times, roll on my head With a crowded slaughterhouse flew here, where Homeland. I am going home, Let the shouting - ugly, And we like, Though not a beauty, By trusting the bastards, Well, to us - tra-la-la-la ... God, much truth in the eyes of the public whores! God, much faith in the hands of the retired executioner! You do not let them again roll up our sleeves, You do not let them roll up our sleeves again Fussy nights. Black lights from neighboring gates Hatches, handcuffs, a torn mouth. How many times, roll on my head With a crowded slaughterhouse flew here, where Homeland. I am going home, Let the shouting - ugly, And we like, Sleeping Beauty, By trusting the bastards, Well, to us ... From under the black shirts torn red rooster From under the good kings flows in their mouths marmalade. Never the world could not accommodate a two God gave us his father was, well, the devil Homeland. I am going home, Let the shouting - ugly, And we like, Sleeping Beauty, By trusting the bastards, Well, to us