Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Год подсадит ногою в седло... - И щит, и меч у нас един

Year to plant his foot in the saddle

Year to plant his foot in the saddle,
Days will be a string of car chases,
Stab shoed window
And pave the traces of hand.

We have no wind, the stone does not touch me!
In the open field walking thunderstorm.
We fly, we fly over the fire,
We have to raise his eyes upward.

And let us face out
Pointing finger hands ...
It raises our time on board,
Omitting then bayoneted.

Let them shout that is not how we live,
Fill the choristers svara -
We go under the sliding fire
As a shield under the cover of a guitar.

Oh, do not hide behind her face -
Throat will give and pull to sing,
Where a circle whistles wheel
And pokes pointer whip.

He pumps out over the fire alarm,
But are replaced by chimes.
That's happiness thunders dial
About loves singing musicians.

Do you hear - songs, like birds, flying,
Sweeps in the sky wing of a cock ...
Behind the wall two gitarki noise
And knock the anvil sin
And knock the anvil sin ...