Текст песни Народны альбом - Кантрабандыст

Here, at the boundary
Stone tower,
Iron door,
Locks and bolts.
Secret traps
Underground shelters,
silent masks
The faces of protection.
They are the heart and soul
braided wire
And the current poisoned blood.

And smuggler
Blue eyes,
He works every night.
Does dark matter,
break the rules
And the criminal law,
Across the border drags
Contraband.

And smuggler
Nerves of steel,
He plays in the dark
The dangerous game.
And predatory bullet
Eagerly waiting
To finally meet,
To drink blood.

Yes, the smuggler
There are bullet order
He is not afraid of conspiracy
And the secret trap.
Not afraid of the judges he
He is not afraid of the lattice.
It is because of the lattice home
All the same, he will flee.

After all, the smuggler
There are tattooed on the heart,
There i keys needle
And kazhanavy wings.
He prison doors
That key unlocks
And disappears in the dark,
Without saying Goodbye.

Here, at the boundary
Stone tower,
Iron door,
Locks and bolts.
Secret traps
Underground shelters,
silent masks
The faces of protection.
They are the heart and soul
braided wire
And the current poisoned blood.
The blood ... blood ... blood ...