Animal Jazz - Ne tvoja smert' (Не твоя смерть) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Not Your Death

When everything is lost, the plot is hard.
When you are carried to the abyss, whether you want it or not
When winter is inside you and minus forty degrees
Like jail.
 
Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.
Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.
The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.
Come on, get up, this is not your death!
 
The one, who had died, at least once, was perplexed
Why this bottom is exactly with me
He writes a new story, without embellishment.
There is a new life in it and jazz.
 
Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.
Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.
The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.
Come on, get up, this is not your death!
 
Please don't hesitate to correct me, especially if the translation language is your native language.
With Best Regards,
© Alexander Laskavtsev


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