Текст песни Код 2 - восемь зим

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We have one talent vow
Violate who would not dare:
You - a poet, and then you - a prophet!
 -Do Not play well in his own death!
Zamel road eight winters,
 And news of the summer that do not.
I have long realized:
 Suffer the remaining eight years.
How many tears shed unnecessary
-Ravnodushno Endured the glory!
What I brought misfortune
And many more will bring!
With someone's neck I'll take off the yoke,
Unclench your fist a little.
I give will Khoi-to whom -
What do you want do with the soul!
The softness of the girl's mouth feel.
Bad luck - but not time to return.
And because life is broken and empty,
Curse our journey together.
We do not want to, well done - for evil.
And, I'm afraid, do not forgive each other.
We are not just bad luck with you -
With our union life is incompatible.
Eight springs wound will sing -
Mortally wounded, a wild beast.
I would have to endure eight winters,
And then gently close the door.
I started my life in the mud
He worshiped ghostly ends.
 Suffer the remaining eight winters,
 And then I'll go to the forefathers.
I will come to him, he drove for a whim,
Head under the shower cooled down,
On the scales - the sinful their luggage,
On the crucifix - inspired me.
I have in front of them to keep quiet -
Because I live with them forever and live.
It was just my life to conceive,
So just be zavershig.
On the eighth winter suspend flight
Pleas to live not respond.
 Bird hit not somehow, and in years -
On the eighth - in flight sunder.
I broke the connection is empty,
The future with the past - will cut,
Symbiosis wedded names
Even - that love without memory.
We have one talent vow
 Violate who would not dare:
You - a poet, and then you - a prophet! -
Do not play the same in his own death!