Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Пророки

PROPHETS
V.Asmolov

There is no prophet in his own country -
All the prophets do not live here.
Abroad treated the prophets,
Because they are always beaten.

Bute because black prophecy
If they do not lie,
Because who do you want
Know in advance how you'll die!

There is no prophet in his own country -
Those who are close - always funny!
And no one accepts speech those
What stubbornly he mutters.

It is easier to listen to the prophet-gate of,
That, of course, is not what his own.
He and sbreshet - take reasonable -
Well you would still stranger.

There is no prophet in his own country,
Uncomfortable prophet in him.
Crazy tossed the cage
Anyone who knows - where we are going.

And are we blind Great
On the roads of the Great dreams.
And some wild screams
From the front rows are heard!

There is no prophet in his own country -
No honorable prophets labor.
Sprinkles snow plaster eternity -
Somewhere in the back of the prophet beaten!

Bute because black prophecy
If they do not lie,
Because who do you want
Know in advance how you'll die!