Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Мы

WE (Alexander Mirzayan)
We were so passionate!
They raised us like pipes!
Here they sought power over the world.
Here the dragon opened its mouth
and teeth got out of there.

We went up the shelves! Shelves!
We were fed with a spear! With a needle!
We were pumped by the water of Khvalyn.
We were raised by the star Wormwood.
Well, the wolves taught to sing.

We burst with bayonets to heaven.
And the lip led us - not a fool
they just brought everyone to the barn
commissars in sheep's clothing.

Yes, we are the grandchildren of the dragon.
Our memory is clear.
We do not know love.
We do not remember kinship.
They will not save, they will not raise
us Pegasus wings
for it is hard in us
Ivashkin meat!

We shouted at everyone: "Hooray!"
We didn’t know that the truth would come out,
for the blood that poured yesterday
will certainly flow in tomorrow.

These moats never
will not tighten the grass.
This blood never
do not absorb words.
We do not know what is.
We do not know what will happen.
And we are scared to understand
that we are not even people!

And wading through time,
where we went empty and goals
where the people went to earth
only verbs rise there.

And verbs saving life
now we are bravely composing lines.
True, it is worth saying: "Lie down!" -
and we lie spread apart.

I will repay whoever hears the voice
when ears shut up with a song.
And looking closer at us
without blinking, the star of Retribution.

We wanted to own
and the earth and the world
but according to Freud dragged
us into black holes.
Not there and not there
the tachanka turned
and dragged to the bottom
The whole fleet of Persian.
There were spears of Vostra,
and fleas are savvy
and we flew in unison
under the skirt of Solokha.

How success thundered after us!
We rushed through the iron stream.
That we defeated everyone
all losing era!

And forever not wash away the shame.
Forever bent us name
two tyrants - Ivan da Peter,
Yes, the ambassador of Satan is Vladimir.

Where we stand, we do not know.
We do not know what we are building.
Only horse skull
keeps our foundations
where are your hopes
putting on granite
all power on camp
dust is worth it.

And where do we go ahead
if time reversed?
For where the leaders came,
there is not a people, but a tribe!

Third Rome, do you hear the roar of strings?
It is an old power wandering.
The huns will wake up in our veins,
when Atilla will call us.

We will go straightening our breasts
opening legs of the door.
We are already illuminated by the way
red sunset empire.

And holding up an ax,
We’ll come out to happily chop the road,
sweeping tails
and walking with the escort in the foot!