Текст песни Андрей Заря - Дед

Eleven shoots
Dozens of camps.
Served half a century.
There is no home and no children.
Laid back to freedom
Under seventy already
No health,
Everything is given to the prison.

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He's still squatting
And there is a cigarette in my teeth
And there is no fake glitter in the eyes,
Forum will give the boys.
You will envy the memory
You will not hear the abusive words
There are no ruined souls either.
Almost everything is in your pocket.

They go to him as to God,
He sees through everyone.
Oxygen cushion
He needs more than laughter.
It's so easy with him, normal
And demons are hard.
Office personally
Filming a movie.

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But often for some reason
He remembers that -
War with bitch and turmoil
From the filing of operas.
Half a century has passed
But still in the camps
There are no fewer prisoners
But there are fewer vagrants.

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What life has measured for him
He chose his own destiny.
Everything I wanted, only there was no freedom.
I did not kill, I stood for honor
And never betrayed
Strict laws not written by anyone.

Left in the cold winter
At the seventy seventh
Lack of oxygen
But we thought we’d save.
And rose over the grave
From stone, as if alive.
So that people do not forget
During his lifetime he was what.

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