Текст песни Адам Цинкашев - Пускай я буду последним волченком в строю

I am homeless today, I am a wolf, I am hungry, and clean,
I sneeze the freedom, hear me heaven,
And in the habit to look into the eyes of stubborn death,
If you are different today, Allah will not forgive me!

Powder I will be the last magician in the ranks, expire the scarlet blood,
It is better to see the freedom and the sky and the Horry
Than the leader is set to appreciate the flock of Shakalov,
He is on his knees to me, wolf, stand.

Let me die, let me no longer
Let my body compare from this earth,
Breaks out of the body, but the body does not allow it,
So I still beat, while my death is behind the mountain.

Burning the sun heat is not squeezing
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