Текст песни Климов Олег - Пропади но выживи

Damn, but Survive

Gone flowers propalili the door for me,
Gone are all the way back everyday.
And I still cry, "You good-ka shalt thou!"
In response, I hear echoes and lute.

I caused pain, not to get away from victory,
Three hands on the bare walls.
From misery to win, I undressed and dressed,
I wound ancestors genes.

From this world and to the world of
Half a dozen vzroschenyh punks.
And those who are on the roof, more important than all,
Rights issue, as the tank.

Pitch rock fall in a moment,
And cling water as before,
And in each one will be shaved,
And in the other will be in battle.

How to survive and breathe the bile out of my chest?
As a "promo" of life left?
How to believe in the way, as the "wait"?
And how to protect?

All this in a circle, all this spiral,
And yet there remains as before.
And the word is not timid hide under the veil
With the replacement of faith hope.

14.11.2008