Текст песни Яйца Фаберже - Свобода

Yaytsy Faberge - Freedom

How much is a breath of freedom?
And how much does it cost to deliver it to become?
See the blue sky in the grid
Do not promise - it could, once I
Freedom is different for sure,
Sometimes, there is no nicer shackles.
When the pillow sob at night,
So you love. The bottom line is.

My freedom, svobodaaaaa
My freedom.

Love ... but how much of it has already been said
Because of it is, from the veins of blood splatters.
The price for this freedom is ordered,
It costs the price of his own life.
Other bonds can be called crystal,
When the homeland can be compared to a brothel,
This is not an island of freedom, where, once under the palm trees
Smoked hashish Che Guevara and Fidel.

My freedom, svobodaaaaa
My freedom.

Get it with the gun in his hand,
Or razor to Vienna - your business,
But first monument put in prominent places,
And secondly not read the burial service. God is tired.

My freedom, svobodaaaaa
My freedom.

My freedom, freedom
My freedom. Freedom.