Текст песни Лукоморье - Не слушают, не слышат

Saturday, June 21

Let the slot grow at least under Sunday.
In my hands hope for salvation.
How I wanted to return to before war
To warn you who should kill.
I will be needed to say:
"Come here, and death will die past."
I know the hour when I start the war,
Who will survive and who will die in captivity,
And who among us will be a hero,
And who will be shot before building,
And I myself saw enemy soldiers,
Already flooded Stalingrad,
And I saw, like Russian infantry
Storming the Brandenburg Gate.
That to the enemy, then everything is known to me
Like a single intelligence in the war.
I say - do not listen, do not hear
Rushes flowers, sabotage wind breathe,
Go, miss no pass,
The home returned comfort.
And I no longer remember myself, from where
Came here and what happened to the miracle.
I forgot everything. The window is still light,
And the glass is not stuck.