Текст песни 786 - Я заключённый под номером 786

I enclosed at number 786
I look at the world through the prison grille.

Change years, months, days
The smell of this land reminds me of the scent of the father's fields,
And in a cool I feel on my lips a cold drink of my mom.
Summer rain about summer swings reminded
And in the winter heats me the fire of the fire and the memory of Laurie's festival.

They say the country to me someone else's
Alien, but just like mine.
He says doesn't look like him,
Then why does he look like me?

I enclosed at number 786
I look at the world through the prison grille.

I was an angel, the hope of giving.
I am Vir for her, and she is.
At least from someone else's country she
Stubbornness native I feel in it.
And the promise of her gives me the strength to live,
And believe that there is a completely different life.

They say she is alien to me.
Alone against everyone will go for me.
They say not like her i
But how similar she looks at me.

I enclosed at number 786
I look at the world through the prison grille.

I see native lights in the village,
And you see my eyes in her.
Forget about myself sometimes, all the dreams of my in life embodies.
And leaving my mother's siblings and the father fears.
Let life change not in my power,
I ask God that he would give her happiness.

They say we are strangers with you ...
How do they know who is someone else, and who is their own?
They say strangers we are with her
But isn't it someone else's name?

I enclosed at number 786
I look at the world through the prison grille ...