Текст песни Двадцатые - Тёплый хлеб в руках

WARM BREAD IN THE HANDS

Dark and cruel
My nelaskovy edge
The horizon is far
Here and heaven and hell
Runs a hunted animal
Tired and weakened by wounds
Now save
The chase on the heels

The edge of the steppes and forests
And the unfortunate slaves
Edge-gentlemen thieves
Children worthy fathers
Year after year
Harvest collects war
As more lives
Our homeland?

Chorus:

Warm bread in his hands
And love spring
Compassion in the eyes
Mother mother
Turquoise heaven
Emerald fields
I want to be here
On their own land ...

Who said that bad
Our nelaskovy edge?
But where is your god?
sealed paradise
From time immemorial
We can not find truth
And the common people
continue to offend

But still remember the
Who lost a lot
Those who have seen death
Who knew good
And forgive someone?
Someone like strangers in this country
Or dead soldiers
He gave his life not his war

Chorus:

It will melt the snow in spring
And the resurrected life
Where we're
Just hold still
Bitterness will leave troubles
Man working
You have to be you
Forever...