Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Брат вестовой

Don't wake me up, messenger brother!
Give me a drink and sleep well.
How many days have I dreamed my God
On an overcoat, like falling on a woman.
I'll tell you later that not all of a sudden
I'm used to bending over the zones.
And as my bosom friend
At night he took the sleeping man by the Adam's apple
It can be seen in old age I feel sorry for people,
I used to be tough - the strength was gone.
I began to love children more and more,
And he didn't make his own - not destiny.
Yes, the confused did not want to give birth,
And I didn't have to love the good ones.
Don't cry, my kind mother,
What happened so bitterly
I often dream, brother messenger
Like a kosach sobbed in a swamp
And how on foot the convoy
He finished off the runner kid.
And I could not, brother, look
Into his painful blue eyes
Why suddenly the trump card "six"
Is an ace of diamonds beating in Russia?
Hello mother! I came back alive.
Make me homemade.
In the bathhouse I will wash away sweat and blood
And then I'll sleep off, my God!
Only I will tell you that not suddenly
I'm used to bending over the zones,
And as my bosom friend
At night he took the sleeping man by the Adam's apple.
Only I will tell you that not suddenly
I'm used to bending over the zones,
And as my bosom friend
At night he took the sleeping man by the Adam's apple.