Текст песни Родные - места

Oh, these streets of poets
So little light on you
When sunset comes
My city blindly falls on the bottom of the planet
And only in summer, the rays of the sun will warm my ghetto

In the meantime, frozen slush and cold
I'm sitting from morning to evening at your window
And trams ripe there yes here,
People all from there and there, disappear to nowhere

Soon exactly the year I was not at home
Exactly year like a bird's eye view
From there he did not go on the train exactly year
Where I do not go pulls me. Here.

And everything seems good, but in the shower of longing
For those crazy people who live there
You were a friend today, and tomorrow the enemy
And the day after tomorrow with them weave to bruershaft

Chorus

On the soul of emptiness
Wherever I was to pull me native places
Either Warsaw or Moscow
In my heart you are always

On the soul of emptiness
Wherever I was to pull me native places
Either Warsaw or Moscow
In my heart you are always

The sky laid the gray fog, the shooters of the hail
How I want to go back there, but on the path of the barrier
War, which will take away all who are so close and roads
People die, destroy the city

Everyone lives in fear that they will soon cut them on the front
Son and Father understand you need to leave the East
Want to break and escape but where to go
Leave the place where it lived, pain breaks in chest

Leave the house of the native where grandmother and grandfather stayed
Streets are so relatives where they played
Who in childhood ran from morning to sunset
Need to leave everything there, you need to leave your house

Lump in the throat stuck while looking there
Let I understand in the root all I wish you freedom
I give my hand to pull off my
All I, Alas, I Can't, take it so hard ...

On the soul of emptiness
Wherever I was to pull me native places
Either Warsaw or Moscow
In my heart you are always

On the soul of emptiness
Wherever I was to pull me native places
Either Warsaw or Moscow
In my heart you are always