Текст песни Liveride - Забытые Люди Тайги

Where cold and wind roam
The damp mist hanging in the sky
Where winter frost plague
Cries shower safely conceals wood

These cries are not heard on the air
They do not want to hear them anywhere
Anyway soon subside in graves
Leaving no scar on the soul

In those homes that are off the road
Rickety houses so for a long time
Only the right people taiga feeds
Survive all deaths of spite

That is not God punish them for something
And not the devil brings them trouble
We just towers - they swamp
People do not choose destiny

I do not know where to, where worse
There venality, there strength and spirit
Though palaces and comfort beckon dyuzhe
The same poverty in the eyes of the old women