Текст песни Эпоха возрождения - ЭМИГРАНТ

February 2006
Words by Kravchenko Dmitry
Music Lukash Andrey

The plane took off
And Moscow is behind
It's been a year now
Or maybe three
You don't remember yourself
There is light ahead of life
There's emptiness behind
The rustle of past years

Not knowing, not remembering, not believing
You can hardly find peace where!
A week goes by,
And you are wandering along the road!

You think: now, soon!
One turn left
And so, without saying a word,
You will reach the hellish gates!

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The lights of the roads before my eyes
Again you drive down the highway
Forward, without squeaking brakes,
You rush forward to the dream

It's impossible to forget those years
That were long gone
You can't live in bad weather
Without memory on a long journey

You seem to have outlined goals,
But you will break your neck before them
And the king will not pass without noticing
Keeping a grain of faith

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The pharmacy won't help you
Wine won't help you
Wander for at least half a century,
You've been cursed for a long time!

You longed for a cheerful life
But he broke blood ties,
And you will remember once more
That terrible, distant failure!

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