Текст песни Павел Пиковский и группа Хьюго - Антивоенный джаз

Millions of patients millions
Thousands of broken thousands
Each sculptor would like from this stone,
At least something to do something
And breaking all the outposts and prisons,
Position more guillotine,
The one who was a pall will be a victim
Who was with someone, he will be alone.

There is a law, the one who is increasing -
He who older is old
These songs are sounding while in our homes, hot batteries,
And the country from someone else's fence
Rubbed like a stray puppy,
I pray and for those who returned,
And for those who could not return.

Safety on Grammy and grants,
Going at the late hour
Unknown musicians
Compound your - anti-war jazz.

And I was taught that the sun,
Not brighter night salute
Everything has its own plus and its minus,
If you do not know the absolute,
That everyone has a personal one
And nothing is justified
The fact that the witches will stay to live
Galilee burned on the bonfires.

Yellowed photo in hand
And written on turn,
That those who would be buried
Like those who were against
That the country went down to sunrise
In the dungeon, black solid,
That the position may be different,
But always the same death.

Safety on Grammy and grants,
Going at the late hour
Unknown musicians
Compose your own - anti-war jazz,
Who is freedom as we did not use,
It is unlikely to know about us
Our answer is naked blues -
Anti-war jazz!