Текст песни Дуэт с собственной тенью - Маленькая свободная песня

Ust people captains
There are people-steamers,
There is the smell of cigarettes
The scent of freedom.
There are echoes of rain,
In the presence of dry up.
One is born a target,
Other net gun.

There are games for children,
There are adult toys.
And the bullets fly,
Through the children's voynushki.
On the walls of the city
In any season
Bloody red sun
Written freedom

There are people without names,
There are guns registered.
There is no church icons
And there's an empty heart.
In the ranks of the shot
Will arrive little by little.
 Go-go freedom
Bloody track.

Someone in shackles,
And someone in a white dress.
Someone on the wood,
Someone crucified.
Trellis spot
Dawns in paddy
And the dirty floor
We razrisuem in poppies.

And someone in the war,
And someone on the planning meeting
It will appear in the window,
On all parted curtain ...
And shot sound
But in front of us
Go-go freedom
Throwing us flowers