Текст песни Двадцатые - Тёплый хлеб в руках

WARM BREAD IN HAND

Gloomy and cruel
My unkind edge
The horizon is far away
Here is hell and heaven
The hunted beast is running
Tired and weakened from wounds
Don't be saved now
Chasing

Land of steppes and forests
And unfortunate slaves
The land of master thieves
Children of worthy fathers
Year after year
War gathers the harvest
How else lives
Our homeland?

Chorus:

Warm bread in hand
And love in the spring
Kindness in the eyes
Dear mother
Turquoise heaven
Emerald fields
I want to be here
On my land ...

Who said that it is bad
Our unkind land?
But where is your god?
Paradise sealed
From time immemorial
Can't find the truth
And the common people
Continue to offend

But everyone remembers those
Who lost a lot
Those who saw death
Who did not know good
And who will be forgiven?
Who are like strangers in this country
Or a dead soldier
Who gave his life not to his war

Chorus:

Snow melts in spring
And life will rise
Where you and I are
Just hold on
The bitterness of troubles will go away
Labor man
You to be, you to be
Forever and ever...