Текст песни Tides of War Dark Epic Heavy Orchestral Choir Beat - Эмигранты

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I verse

Yesterday, we wandered around the usual nooks for our hometown in search of a well -awake friend, and today, tired of looking through the glass on a quick -running car, looking back, we think detachedly:

That's all,
..........finally
away from the sinful land.

Scraps of so unwinded thoughts, familiar faces and disparate paintings from a departing bust -free life, are raised in my head. A little offensive ...

(...) everything is selected: memory and heart,
Everything is left: homeland, house,
Even our "happy [wretched] childhood"
Somewhere in the past, already overboard.

(...) That's all,
.......... do not bother anyone,
We don’t eat bread, someone's salt,
You wanted - and we are leaving,
Taking with you only pain.

(...) That's all,
Excitement murmur -
Here is customs, visa, passport
The first step in free Europe -
The last step from the Soviet land.
Where we will be - I definitely don't know
What languages to speak ...
That's all.....
Upon arrival, in the very least solving the problems of housing, transport and employment, we will gradually draw ourselves into an unusual frantic rhythm. We will be overwhelmed by impressions, signs of future nostalgia, time has not come yet ...

They judge in the town hall whether to remove the pile of piles from the pier
old berths, but the matter does not go -
Fortunately for gulls. And Russian arrogance covers
Like a noble patina liquid litter

Chorus:

Emigration brothers !!!) This is not a degradation of nations
Two guys from the Russian Federation
This is a diaspora based on dicloration
Sob the girls and guys sprinkling yourself
The leaders of the herds because your days have passed
Your dreams, like your power, is
Our time is arrived in emigrants we

II verse

Alien life is good everywhere.
In novelty, any missing paddock.
Based on worldly livestock
The soul will not be covered for a long time.

Alien life is a dispute and sport,
Physically assimilated dispute,
Especially when in the night it depends on
Against the background of the bar, the store - this sleeping drunken rabble (...)

Well, hello, a wild country,
Where the bottles of fences beat,
Where thieves drive in the limousines,
And the old age is terrible.
I'll look at you again
And again in horror I will recover
You love to humiliate yourself
The people are hungry, drunk.
Well, what can it be about
When the bosses are ruled by you.
The pocket will be saved to save,
And questions are useless to them.
In the country is sick, so rich,
Everything is eating officials of the horde.
But we are not looking for guilty
We tolerate - here's our trouble.
The destiny of the country is rich in
For those who come, it serves food.
And pour conscience with vodka,
And weeping forever over yourself.
The country of someone else's freedom is wondering.
That's on the left someone clangs.
Then someone aims on the right.
All stone scrolls
Fill the robbers.
There at night a showdown.
There are dead on the tables.
In the capital, undead is warming.
The power of the imperious speeches.
And in the east the slides.
Under the coal of Ichkeria.
And the crusts burned
On the bread of the empire.
Where the Russian path is creeping.
There are frequent mines.
And in the backyards boys
Romance. Fantastics.
And in the hands of the bandages.
And on the dressings of the swastika.
There is a young beast generies
The dawn is fiery.
The haze is trembling over the world.
Moscow looks bewildered.
And new battles glow
Floats in Zenit confidently ...
And I go west from alcohol and drugs
From unemployment and house
Hope for tomorrow ...

Chorus:

Emigration brothers !!!) This is not a degradation of nations
Two guys from the Russian Federation
This is a diaspora based on dicloration
Sob the girls and guys sprinkling yourself
The leaders of the herds because your days have passed
Your dreams, like your power, is
Our time is arrived in emigrants we