Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Ваша честь

Your Honor

To the great regret, we live during the thunder
kih processes when the judges do not move the law, but
Hands of a dice because of the Kulis ... and a list of such judges
continues to grow.

She comes home.
She sits down to drink tea.
And ahead is a day off.
And Ficus in the Kadke Zchacha ...
And waits for a family in the kitchen,
And the kitchen is illuminated ...
She is no longer a judge
And whose mother and wife ...

But the wound in the chest
The question is that sleep does not give:
And who will judge
When will it reach it?

Her hand is not trembling,
Who is taken, he, right, and the thief.
She, his served,
Behind the grandson goes to the courtyard
But the grandchildren of the case
Other - ball, scooter ...
Their world is washed away,
From them the trouble is far ...

But the voice of children's rings
Nabat of the Judgment Day -
Whom to blame me
When will it reach me?

So, without dreams she sleeps,
Hope not tai
That all blessing female
Minutes Bowl of this!
And she is unclear while
That will be eternal
Look into the eyes of twins
His - on a terrible court ...

Think suddenly, you will find
Their own - to death, to slaughter,
Who will not "Well, that ..."
When you come for you.