Гриша Шорь feat. REPARANT Farewell to youth.

Half an hour before spring a whole day before the dead sea

The fathers remembered those moments of great sorrow

Through the cold fields through the descendants of great loss

Oh, the great haram the vile hour of daily reckoning

A mad day a midnight dawn, and all over again

A crippled day a wild child, and a little bit of great right

Half an hour before the war a whole day before the stench

Without heads on their shoulders without a destiny or trousers they walked quickly

Drinking the fumes of alcohol with their hearts

The land of their distant strong childhood was dying

Those moments of happiness were leaving me

I had to unclench my jaw to remember my grievances

I had to become strong again

To start something anew to rise up and fly

Not only to want the little

Oh it seems that more than once we will walk on the bones of another life

And how we did not want to walk on the brains of the great peoples howling

Alive or in poverty on a silver shield

We wave the flag with enthusiasm all together

Here again we will break the chains at the cemetery of oblivion

I cant be found in the lines of a poem today

Taking the hats off the executioners we'll squeeze their hands with pliers

Your friends were given soup from the braggarts of science

The earth from my distant strong childhood was dying dying

Those moments of a happy heart were leaving leaving me

I need to unclench my jaw to remember my grievances

I need to become strong again

To start something anew to rise up and fly

Not only to want the little

Oh it seems that more than once we will walk on the bones of another life

And how we did not want to walk on the brains of the great peoples howling