Текст песни
V chyom sila, brat?
Moscow lights, a TV screen's soft glow
A chance encounter, seeds of trouble grow
A friend's appeal, a brother's heavy chain
In Chicago's ice, a story of pain
A contract signed in shadows, dark and deep
A promise broken, secrets he must keep
The banker's move, a silence to impose
But brotherhood's a debt, and now the conflict grows
A museum piece roars loud against the gray
Through Moscow streets, they fight to get away
Two different flights to chase a single ghost
One heads to New York, one to the windy coast
Tell me, brother, where does strength reside?
Not in the money, where the demons hide
The strength is in the truth, a simple, guiding light
A lonely hero fighting for the right
Across the ocean, on a foreign shore
He's bringing justice, settling a score
A long road west, a trucker's friendly hand
A stranger's welcome in a foreign land
He finds a fallen angel, 'Marilyn' her name
Trapped in a nightmare, playing someone's game
A sudden storm of fury, cold and fast
The pimp's dark reign is now a thing of the past
Вы мне, гады, ещё за Севастополь ответите!
Мальчик, водочки нам принеси мы домой летим
Up the fire escape, beneath the city's hum
Reciting verses of the home he's from
The final office, glass and steel and pride
No place to run, no place left to hide
The money's returned, the balance is restored
A promise kept, a righteous, drawn sword
You will pay for this
Money is not the power a man who tells the truth is strong
