Текст песни ДДТ - Это твоя Родина, сынок

In this city, no more tears ,
In this city life is cold .
This climax of white birch
Your life is useless.

This northerly wind capitals
Shadows those without life , without sleep
Roam the sidewalks bare without people
Black bird fly out of the window .

How to breathe - no one here understands .
Here chuhonskoe summer : winter .
Here crow Firebird has a reputation during his lifetime .
And the dog area is full .

Here trams break each other horns,
Under the earth rattles black cat .
Fish are quieter mouse networks Thursday
And in the rat small worries.

This is your homeland , son ...
This is your homeland , son ...
This is your homeland , son ...

Here in October once dismissed November
Roman emperors did not after .
And Easter bow tampered bunting .
What can I say : it was , so it is .

And do not believe in the optimism of those rabid packs ,
What peck here. Do not already have .
Crows do not feed , exchanging howling barking .
And that's a good answer.

Do not torment a body disease ?
Why is memory so short?
And why all the bridges burn down to the ground ?
And swim guts .

Or cup in front obscures all eyes?
Conscience or sparks into oblivion ?
Will only shoot - and then brake
To anything in this nonsense .

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We live slowly and do not feel the connection
Between thought and fist .
We wandered along the Neva , without fear ,
In fragments of grass barefoot.

We do not set traps , do not put ambushes ,
But it just yet.
So everyone keeps their only chance :
Die from drafts .