Текст песни ШОК - Судьба

I'm not Russian, and not German, standing
Fuck rap, I lived in Russia, I grew up with songs Tsoi
You climb into the fight at a computer sitting sucker
Before me you will stand on his knees realized
Believe me soon everyone on merit strictly hapnet
I believe in God that for the market dull
Do you think you have forgotten your left to Russia and Dicks scored
After all, most of us then were small
And did not understand the essence of the growl you are evil skunk
The whole life of a beast
everything changed quickly
for it to run into us
Tale you fell heavily
Understand huckster I deserve all that I have
you shoes in the snout
my house where my father
where his mother happy
close ebalo sheep
all you have to understand not valid
I remember how it was
his friends left
Twelve years later,
and so far I feel heart stone
I do not pull back but was not able to forget
memories like fragments of dreams
and in my heart tear flows
foolish to argue with fate
there is no point living in the past
and if you hear my accent
I believe you can be
they say not for nothing that people live with wolves
by wolf howl
Time does not heal wounds
the memory will not heal them
and my children will know that
I once lived there
I do not come back
I will not be waiting
but remembering his childhood, each
tears flowing again
I see my father
the whole day as a tractor plows
Although the bubble at the end of the month again, not enough
I see the area where he lives
where we hide from Hans
where all day alcoholics thumps narkata with experience
where garbage Nazis
all against our brothers
not for dick dog
and just dragged to jail
my best friend Bojan
now in its tenth year
sixteen sat on a needle
and no one could not withdraw
for the Russian Germans, we are now
Russian Germans
for all the other people who do not need no
and I like that to asses
I fuck what you say
obosnuesh not your asshole Bazaar
in the face grab
I've lived here for twelve years
but I do not forget from where
I came where he was born
and God willing, I will die
and boys whose respect
everyone will understand me
yet we live
blood in the veins will flow Russian
Time does not heal wounds
the memory will not heal them
and my children will know that
I once lived there
I do not come back
I will not be waiting
but remembering his childhood, each
tears flowing again
somewhere, sometime we scattered fate
and for us there is no return
somewhere, sometime we scattered fate
and for us there is no return.