Текст песни Денис Майданов - Мы с тобой одною крови.

Ah, it was not,
Coney torn bits,
Blood touched a fragment of dawn,
Death, hops, yes ostrog-
In the middle of three roads
We always choose all three.
From love to disappear,
Praise and curse,
For the hundredth time from the frying pan into the fire,
Clouds like the convoy,
And behind us
Cities remain, smoking.

CHORUS:
We're odnoyu blood
We're odnoyu pain
And we live and love greedily
We're odnoyu truth.
One baptized by fire,
Burned one guitar,
But currently we are judges,
And others we do not.

On the hill - the white temple,
And in the trunk - nine grams,
I do and the life - we alone,
Let the edge of heaven
Beckon an angel and a demon,
Pour, and then we'll see!