Текст песни Владимир Ареховский - Лихолетье

We were born in spite of the snow, to the delight of the Milky Way
On all live bottomless depth
In the infinite length of the meridians.
We are born from the dazzling impossible love,
on the mutual responsibility of a sunny day,
The nameless heights in the living mounds

One war, one award,
In a land of blood and smoke.
Inch of foreign land and we do not need,
But we will not give her a scrap.

We are born into a dull silence unconquered forests
in colored shirt nezatoptannyh fields
In an empty diameter universal whirl.
We are born with the last song about the white bull,
with a cheerful host of the night lights,
The damp earth keep his immortality

One war, one award,
In a land of blood and smoke.
Inch of foreign land and we do not need,
But we will not give her a scrap.

We are born, and together with us
a passing thunderstorm rumbles volleys spring cannonades
And sweeps barefoot through the puddles.
We were born in the hard times of bloody times
at the crossroads of hope beheaded,
We were born to make a fairy tale steeper

Am A Dm D
Gm C
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Em H Em E
Am D
A # A Dm

Gm C
A # A Dm
Gm A # E A
Gm A Dm

05/09/97