Текст песни Кучин - человек в телогрейке

How far away, somewhere in the suburbs
A photograph of her son dropped her hand
And the white snow left the chase
A man in a padded jacket or just convict

The mother sent a letter - fell ill son
Know to cook clothes, too fit me period
Just before the road to me at least once
Before his death, you would have to look at my son
Lost peace, all the same - how are you
Really now I do not svidetsya us
I'd rushed to you, but not being able to climb
And a daring escape
And a daring escape he went the same night

In the sky soared rocket and fell across the river
Night swallowed again outlines the taiga
A fugitive from the forest to meet the man
Out lone wolf and bared fangs

The man took out a knife: & quot; gray, you do not joke,
You want blood, well - I'm the same as you;
Only whether to fight the death venturing us
Do you hear the barking, the dogs go after me on his heels.

I, too, like a beast - a corner driven people
And if so - what now we share the hell
You see God himself did not give any to you and not for me & quot;
Wolf stood there,
Wolf stood there and melted into the darkness

Occasion a dog tore into the blood stripping palm
Next he dodged and lose menacingly howling blizzard
And the white snow left the chase
A man in a padded jacket or just convict

A corporal is also one mother recalled
And amid all the black aspen boychee walked
Ten days price - who appointed her
That flashed back and lifted forearm

Dry clicked the shutter, turned convict
& Quot; female & quot; - He gasped and looked up into the clouds
And at the top of the void, a distance along the curve
Pitch star
Pitch like a star in the vacation home

Snow melted liner and expired red blood
A man in a padded jacket, a nameless convict
And far, far away, somewhere in the suburbs
A photograph of her son dropped her hand.
And far, far away, somewhere in the suburbs
A photograph of her son dropped her hand.