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[1] It was not, there was no choice, I [bad word] for the gold I was young, and never seemed to fly away I am the Raven But this is nonsense, I never chose this way No matter where I was, but in my head something sad 6 years, 6 winters, rose like a cactus in the North In these years, how could I reach for the bundle of greenery? Tupeyshy nonsense, I know, Yes, and I spit on it I remember, as my father said, "Sit down here on this" 1-2-3-4 - this is the second of silence I remember on the contrary she sat there until the death of sad Then they all stood up, I remember, like watch a movie We said our goodbyes and many see is not given Here it is the smell of the station, the upper side Then Moscow and I at the Kursk, a city not know Remember the metro and just hundreds of flashing adult Did not know then, that in this city will be the only guest Aeroflot, turbine, I'm flying above their homeland My land, my forest for what you took, my God? I was shaking and I was crying without making a sound You have created the life, God, but she's an evil [bad word] Wings, blue sky, and behind my land photo of my home mud-stained And the Swan of metal that broke the attraction I shall be in heaven without a little regret I, as sending in heaven, around half of the world I was in many countries, only always passenger But I'm tired of being the premise, and my password Apparently no one knows to take you home I'm 22 years old, but look at me All the [bad word] boy, that once ran from house to house Yes, [bad word] forgive me! We had no time We familiarized separated, the passport of not believing Where not only was during these years of wanderings We've been separated, and a very rare interview What they do, your children, the birthplace of mother, mother? They cry out that I'm not the brother of them, never knowing They say, that has betrayed them, and the type of pity them But the fact that their brother alone people do not see And if there is a God, he just don't care I, like a baby bird which the return is late I know that you listen to the track, it, as my letter It's a pity that in this moment I am very far Somewhere on the earth there, you are a brother to me Shake your hand, but we not see.