Текст песни Ivan Cuchin - The man in padded jacket

How far, far away - somewhere there in the suburbs
Son's photo dropped her hand
And on white snow, left from the chase
A man in a quilted jacket, or just a convict.

Mother sent a letter - son fell ill
Knowing to cook clothes
Just before you go, I at least once
Before you die, look at you, son

Lost peace, all one - how are you
Do not you see us
I would rush to you, but I can't rise
And on a daring escape, and on a daring escape
He went that night

A rocket soared into the sky and fell across the river.
The night swallowed again, the outlines of the taiga
And from the forest to the meeting, a fugitive man
A lone wolf came out and bared his fangs
……………

The man took out a knife - gray, you do not joke
You want blood, well, I'm the same as you
But is it worth the battle, to conceive mortal us
If you hear barking, then the dogs follow me
I, too, like a beast - cornered by people
And if so, that now, we share, damn it
See, God himself did not give, neither you nor me
The wolf still stood, the wolf still stood and melted in darkness

Ripped dog motive, blood ripping palms
The trail was looping and lost, an angry snowstorm was howling
And on white snow, left from the chase
A man in a quilted jacket, or just a convict.

And one corporal, too, the mother remembered
And among the black aspens, all .. boycai .. walked
10 days price, who appointed her
That flashed back and raised the forearm
The shutter clicked dryly, the convict looked back.
Bitch - he exhaled, and looked into the clouds
And at the top of the emptiness, only in the distance along the curve
Rolled star, rolled star, as if on vacation home

Snow melted sleeves and bled red blood
Man in quilted jacket, nameless convict
And far, far, somewhere there, in the suburbs
Son's photo dropped hand