Singer: DDT. Page 1

Where the danger and delusion, there are living graves,
Us for the faithful and the bread on the fork lift.

Putin travels around the country
On a silver horse.
Putin of all people will help -
Give him health, o God!
All the bandits slaughtered,
Hard worker he will pour,
Everything will be built and repaired,
If you need to personally move
He wrestling hand... Oh...
Putin travels around the country
A we still ...

What is autumn? - it's the wind
Again playing with broken chains.
Autumn, crawled there, you could reach to the answer
What will happen with the homeland and with us?

Autumn in the sky burn the ships.
Autumn, I would away from earth.
Where drowning in a sea of sadness,
Autumn - the dark distance.

Hungry sea, hissing, swallowed
Autumn sun and clouds,
You no longer remember what was here
And dusty herbs will not touch with your hands.
Go to the latest autumn poets
And they do not return - boarded shutters.
Left a rainy and cold summer,
There was love and the living stones.

Last fall no word, no breath.
The last song crumbled in the summer.
Farewell bonfire burns era
And we observe the shadow and the light.

But Revolution, you taught us to trust in injustice of good.
How many worlds do we burn per hour in the name of your Holy fire?

Two thumbs up is a victory! And this - two fingers in the eyes.
We will fight to the death Tuesday for Wednesday, but not understand already Thursday.
In this world that we would - NO!
We believe that the power to change it - YES!

People came around, he procuracies, climbed to the roof - tie the villain!
- I'm single, not - spitting blood, he howled in interrogations, barely breathing.
- For the love of you I went to the flour, you lost your Holiness!

Thunder under the feet of a leaky roof, diving into the attic, suffocating darkness.
So far everything is normal. Doves, silence! Crap in peace, I'm not the enemy.
Here it is - the hiding place from his black muzzle, pulled, wiped, checked the shutter.
Pointed a gun in smoked glass, in the face of the blocks, gnawing space.
The hum of voices from below, nervous paw, grabbed vanity in a fatal vise.
Boring to you, grey? Now I will instill the truth on tame your brain!

The viewer will exclaim: here, everything is in black light,
After all "aces" and well done sons.
My friend, I know everything. Myself, my brother, of these,
But in the song you do not understand, alas, nothing!

Open your mouths, tear off caps - on the street Chesham boys majors.
Open your mouths, tear off caps - on my father's "Volga" - male majors.

And it happened one day, as the so-dreamed -
He is in a burning part of the planet has got,
And when they finally returned home,
He's your old tyre was spared.
And when someone remembered the war,
He drowned his conscience in a serious fault.
Before him, as alive, that boy stood,
The one that his one begged:
Chorus:
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot at sparrows, don't shoot pigeons
Don't shoot just from his slingshot!
Hey, kid, don't shoot and don't brag to others
That without a miss hitting the target alive.
Tyra you know, the people wondered
As a great shooter prizes were awarded,
Beat with a smile, without aiming, without thinking and in flight,
And circle said, "this guy is lucky!"