Текст песни Татьяна Орехова - Живая мишень

Live target

At gunpoint living target
 Grey air compresses whiskey
 Summer rain and trembling shadow

He asks: "God save me"

And for a moment, closing his eyes
 A photograph pinned to the heart
 And with difficulty choosing his words
 Son ourselves represented

 Etc:
Do not shout in the sky Birds
 Give complete silence
 Do not play on the nerves of the wind, shut up
 Turn the pages, you probably do not rush
 Well, what if we're doomed

 Wild howl broke the silence
 Torn with strong chains evil dogs
 Hiding in his cap gray hair
 He kept looking at his watch

 It seemed someone was waiting for all
 Quiet winced, hearing steps
 His tears, failed, failed to keep
 How do you know that there was one

 Etc:

Only the top ordered
 He was on the ground at the same hour fell
 A photograph of her son in the hands of
 He clutched tightly to her

 Soon I'll be there for you
 You're a little wait for me
 Let the earth overgrown with grass
 And wash away traces of rain

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