Текст песни XMDMX - Моя летопись

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The first summer was desperately cold.
In your new house, I spent a week
All words that have been spoken over the years
Now seemed not those.

And helplessness binds my hands
Claiming their rights.
Like I Bonaparte,
and in front of me
right now
It burns my Moscow.

In the second year of desperate drinking
On the third came with his family.
At heart, tore to pieces
Thousand patches to stick
And to think that heal?

No, my friend ...

In the fourth year, I came back alone.
Everything is so fragile at times,
and the family breaks roots.
Who says that people all around the empty,
just could not
them nothing
fill.

This, apparently, about me.

And in the fifth year, I did not come.
It is said that there is a silence in the country
It has not stood.
In your new house all overgrown
tall grass and weeds.

They say that by your new home
Passed indifferent, gray face.
They say that today we have seen the graves of your God
and it someone
I prayed.

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