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Endshpil:
And I would share the grief…
And I would share the grief…
What is there in the distance? I saw catchlights - a reflection of the beam from the water.
People predict, but opposite have happened again.
The pages will adopt my madness.
My dream blows and pours on all around uselessly.
 
What day will bring there?
Bringing the common way of live in return,
the blind poet defends his hands, and this time
the cold routine of the city vanity is closer to him
than the family, because he doesn’t have it, alas.
 
This empty, at first glance, tired soldier gives rise,
and it’s used to not to trust him.
But as you know, therefore, all this luxury is the breaking point, and cheap ones will break, I did not want to know them.
 
Hey, my caste is much higher.
The jangline of coins - manwhore, pawns out,
often the king in crowning - master.
And if so, enjoy, tired people.
I am right among my brave brothers.
 
Chorus:
And I would share the grief and get the joy
in the most stormy day, in most unpappy hour,
embrace relatives for the last time and hold myself,
wash with meltwater. God is our judge.
 
Miyagi:
A lot of shit people speak ill behind the back.
But why, answer me. Send their regards, send their regards.
I put an end of motherfucker’s smiles roughly.
Do not call me brother in the megaphone here,
do not call me friend in public.
 
How can I believe you, if the mind figured out at once:
Vasily you are Judas, get out of here, roll up, where you rolled up.
I am faithful to the truth, and the family will prompt who shouldn’t be allowed to come near, so as not to blot the biofield.
 
Better one, but true, otherwise - fuck this.
I put the thorns in my pocket,
the mountains turn into dust for my brother.
If I am crucified, I will die peacefully nevertheless,
because my brothers can summarize.
 
Any question is not a question, indeed, for us.
Peaceful sky you over your heads, pack!
Without looking, I will put my head on the chopping block.
I am sure the executioner will fucking die right before the swing.
 
Chorus
 


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