Текст песни Убийца акаме - Реп про Тацунэ

His village was starving
In the cold they were indignant
But they kept each other warm
In the cold at night
But children are tired of living like this
Because they decided
What to go to the capital
Conquer her peaks

And so Tatsumi headed
With your friends
But what awaited them in front
They didn't know yet
They split into groups
To escape the bandits
Should have met in the city
Which is soaked

Soaked in hate, pain
The king was hated by them
They stabbed the beggar with spears
Which is sick
And on the first day he was swindled
After sheltered
Were not what he thought
Were evil

But one night they attacked
On them
Attacked
People were sleeping
But from the bedroom came
Screaming couple
And on that night he realized
What is happening
What is the capital
Goes to hell
Remained to pray

He lost a hundred friends
While saving the capital
Snarling ministers faces
Not even a knitting needle at night
But he achieved that
What did you want
And hundreds of bodies
Lay on the ground and waited
For their spirit to fly away

He lost a hundred friends
While saving the capital
Snarling ministers faces
Not even a knitting needle at night
But he achieved that
What did you want
And hundreds of bodies
Lay on the ground and waited
For their spirit to fly away

He risked himself
But people didn't appreciate
What we did for them
And just floated with the flow
There were
Only material for expenses
Correct approaches
There were many
But only the strength understood
Herd outright

Used to be cruel when
I had to defend myself
Clear your way
Happened too often
And people stood in the way
But they didn't understand
What was it all for
To sleep peacefully

And the hands didn't shake anymore
When killing enemies
To achieve the goal
A couple of steps left
But I got caught on the way
General
Did not die
From bullets and wounds
Like a boomerang
Always came back

He fought to the last
Never served
How many times did not fall
Managed to rise every time
For friends, for people
For the one who is not
For the one who sacrificed himself
Spitting at dawn

He lost a hundred friends
While saving the capital
Snarling ministers faces
Not even a knitting needle at night
But he achieved that
What did you want
And hundreds of bodies
Lay on the ground and waited
For their spirit to fly away

He lost a hundred friends
While saving the capital
Snarling ministers faces
Not even a knitting needle at night
But he achieved that
What did you want
And hundreds of bodies
Lay on the ground and waited
For their spirit to fly away