Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Не хотел умирать

Here, I'll go a long way, I predicted a Friend
   But struck me in the chest machine all
   And down I could not get up, raking the dust palms
   I did not want to die, but I did not understand.
    
   And even though I was not alone, I tell you friends
   Hundreds of times I walked a few steps away from death
   And here it was not lucky, and what is there joy
   We see bullet skidded into the centuries-old chasm.
    
   With familiar kings, rays crown
   As with the old poplars overfly crown
   Do not go to the seven deaths, and what is there joy
   After all gifts mothers give them bad weather.
    
   Here, I'll go a long way, I prophesied destiny
   But struck me in the chest machine all
   It is better to while away a lifetime in chetyrehgranenoy chamber
   The here and so die when you do not understand.