Текст песни Блатной удар - Голуби летят над нашей зоной

Pigeons flying over our area,
Blue Nowhere barriers there.
How I would like to pigeons
In his native land to fly.

But a high fence is not allowed,
There are thorns in several rows,
Hours of watch towers,
And the dogs rush to the grounds.

Behind bars, burns night,
The sun glows like an ember.
In prison bunk sings,
Something sings boy.

He sings as difficult to live in the world
Without schaslivo gentle friends,
But even harder to live without faith,
The whole prison heard a sudden.

Silent chambers guys
Remembering my youth,
Looking back once,
As said gently & quot; love & quot ;.

Even the chief warden
Against the wall is thoughtful,
He alone, of all and knows
How the boy to live.

And on the morning startled bolts,
They led him up the stairs.
He said the last three words:
& quot; Give my son & quot ;.

On the landing of the prison
They brought little boy of five years,
He threw himself on the neck of the boy:
& quot; Dad, you take me with you & quot ;.

Behind bars, burns night,
The sun glows like an ember,
And in the morning the whole prison knows:
That boy was shot.

Pigeons flying over our area,
Blue Nowhere barriers there.
How do you want for pigeons
In his native land to fly.
How do you want for pigeons
In his native land to fly.