Текст песни под гитару - Облака

I had a terrible dream, a disturbing dream
As if I hear a moan, groan dying farewell
The soul says goodbye to me before the dawn, will fight
I know not to go home, because the fight will be uneven

Chorus:
   Clouds of clouds, we must not close the heavens of clouds I
   Let the morning star is seen as Chechnya die for you I
   And my sadness and pain for you in a dream and I, long-suffering Chechnya

There was a girl with me, only to me was true
The war deprived us of father, mother, an old woman all alone
With friends, we were happy, we had no enemies
In combat, they brutally killed prestrashnyh daredevils

chorus

Politicians we respected, they were always true
Get Rich have forgotten, now we do not need them
The summit decided to atheists who write off the sins
In Chechnya, a performance played here the victims no longer count