Текст песни Черный Кот - Рабы

Slaves built the shipyard, and the ships of many fleets
Slaves were there, and the war drove the sons
We Cities city, taking in the galleys boarded
Meta underfoot?
We washed the floors. From your dear spitting
All of you took the laurels on his shoulders Caesar
Not believing slave injury mediocrity
As the rules of the herd and the custom
Now you blame for our weakness
Aging flour.
For stiffness and prejudice
Trampled independence from you
Nobles and kings, you only burned in agony, just ...
Me, my God, for what I already so cruel
I'm sorry for what I have for my son stole coat
In these villages there will be no truth
The second time will not be born under the star handsome guy
Valhvy not bring gifts
Now they do not want be healthy
It's crazy how you want the heat
Sometimes I think that life is a plea
Or is it to become a servant nebudu
Maidservants just put it
2 dry crust of bread and work
Everything always, all in one revolution
But we can learn the joy of work and
Chopping firewood, prepares a bath early in the morning
All at random, but would not pick Sukhothai
Living on the miserable grandmother
What the bourgeois cigar podkuril mishandled by hundreds
And where the grandfather Miner hands stopped working
The wind shook the last sheet in the evening September
With fallen to the floor, where the soul found peace
And I already like that and it is easier to survive
When I know that someone's life has been worse
And I mansions, not to amass millions
Yes, in 70 years, whom I will need