Текст песни И.Кучин - А по белому снегу

As Daleko, far away, somewhere in the suburbs
A photograph of her son dropped her hand
And the white snow left the chase
A man in a padded jacket or just ZK
The mother sent a letter - fell ill son
I know to cook underwear really suits me period
Just before the road I used at least once
Before his death, look at you, my son

Lost peace, all the same - how are you
Did you really not svidetsya us
I'd rushed to you, but not being able to climb
And a daring escape
And a daring escape he went the same night

In the sky soared rocket and fell across the river
Night swallowed again outlines the taiga
A fugitive from the forest to meet the man
Out lone wolf and bared fangs

The man took out a knife: & quot; gray, you do not joke,
You want blood, well - I'm the same as you;
Only whether to fight the death venturing us
Do you hear the barking, the dogs go after me on his heels.

I, too, like a beast - a corner driven people
And if so - what we now divide the hell
You see God himself did not give any to you and not for me & quot;
Wolf stood there,
Wolf stood there and melted into the darkness

Occasion a dog tore into the blood stripping palm
Next he dodged and lose menacingly howling blizzard
And the white snow left the chase
A man in a padded jacket or just a con

And the corporal one also remembered his mother
And amid all the black aspen boychee walked
Ten days price - who appointed her
That flashed back and lifted forearm

Dry clicked the shutter, turned prisoner
& Quot; female & quot; - He gasped and looked up into the clouds
And at the top of the void, a distance along the curve
Pitch star
Pitch like a star in the vacation home

Snow melted liner and expired red blood
A man in a padded jacket, a nameless prisoner
A Daleko, far away, somewhere in the suburbs
A photograph of her son dropped her hand.