Текст песни Александр Баль - Прицел

The sights
                     Alexander Bal

We read the fate of the striped mattress
We sat on the black grounded,
Watching the white stripe from us
We swam without ships.

    If again no blood will end the dispute,
    You come back home safe.
    There the waves hurry zadёrnutyh curtains
    Up in the morning you feel a sight.

    But even those sights that look at us,
    Simply people of our circle.
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other.

Nothing to do with Monday began a century,
And tempered the age at anything.
READ fate - and already people
Doomed to be the executioner himself.

I, of course, without a place to live under the sun.
Whenever a lead fire
I am ready to give up this place to you -
Only you would be happy on it.

    But even those sights that look at us,
    Simply people of our circle.
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other.

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Past bullet prosvischet: & quot; Live! & Quot;
Though hundredfold swearing in of universal love,
On the ground, do not add the love.

    If again no blood will end the dispute
    And returned home unharmed.
    There the waves hurry zadёrnutyh curtains
    Up in the morning you feel a sight.

    But even those who are in the sights look at us,
    Simply people of our circle.
    It is unlikely that they hate us
    Just like we hate each other ...