отец прости я еду на донбасс текст
Demons lured us with our brotherly people
I dripped a little history, script of an old play
Orange revolutions, power sharing Deceived people, hope for everyone’s happiness Puppeteers lead round dances from across the hill Preparing crusades against Russia
And they split the square like an ax
Bad deal, signed by barbarossa two
And let them come, the old commander will laugh
I didn’t take apart automatic machines, I didn’t wear a uniform. You don’t belong here when you are small, you’d better go to your mother
I beg your pardon, but only on a hohlyat tank
I agree, officer, humorist from me, I would not like to be in reconnaissance, I so merge with the night
We can’t give a naive beautiful
Come on for our men, let’s for Russia
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know daddy not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad, not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
Kharkiv, Maripol and Odessa mother
We know that you are with us for your homeland stubbornly We know that you are here and we do not know much of you
But you hold on, help will come soon Tomorrow there will be a fight, the brother of Bandera’s knees are shaking at the knife, shoving against the wall
One has trouble, all the CIS gathered quickly
For the old man who cleared the land from the Nazis
Where are you guys from Tuvarba Shtarkastan Sufferer Chechnya, distant Tatarstan
But we are all from Russia, our beloved woman
Antokha from the Tverskaya region, I’m from the Smolensk region
Well, let’s brew some tea, brothers
The officer can’t sleep, we’ll play the guitars We’ll sing about the guys who will fall
We will sing about the girls who are waiting for us
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know daddy not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know daddy not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
And now our hour has come, let’s go, friends, let’s go
For everything that we lived for, for what we are waiting for
And everyone was thinking about his own, I’m about spring
And that the road to her lies through the war
Yes, we will boldly defend the native birches Let blood be shed, let tears be shed
For that orphan who was silent in response to me
As if she was not eight, but many bitter bodies Along broken roads, devastated villages We walked along the stars to the east, a friend led me
I lagged behind, I lost my roof, I carried a bullet in my chest, I kept telling him Throw me, bro, go! Eh New Russia, sad lands
Your land has become a mass grave for us
Somewhere near Luhansk we were covered with hail Only we managed to understand what is called hell
Bronze monument somewhere in the distance
He is holding a child, and a sword in the other hand. Honor people the memory of a man, a brother
Let’s stand silently at the unknown soldier
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know daddy not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
Father I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know daddy not a bit of your fault
If suddenly I don’t come back from this war
Кто круче?
With the people of our fraternal demons beguiled us
I almost dropped the story, the script of the old play
Orange revolution, the sharing of power
Deceived people, everyone’s hope for happiness
Because of the hillock puppeteers lead round dances
Preparing for Russia Crusades
And they split the unlocked like an ax
Happiness, a barbarosa was signed two
And let them come, the old commander will laugh
I did not disassemble machine guns, did not wear a uniform
You do not have a small place here, you go better to your mother
I beg your pardon, but only on a hockey tank
I agree, an officer, a humorist with me is not very
I would be in a spotlight, I’m so merged with the night
Can not we offend naive beautiful
Give for our muzhiks, let’s go for Russia
Father forgive me, I’m going to Donbass
There are a lot of us here who did not pass
Know dads there is no niapylki of your guilt
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Kharkiv, Maripol and Odessa Mom
We know that you are with us for our homeland stubbornly
We know that you are here and know you not much
But you hold on, it will be soon suited
Tomorrow will be a battle, the brother of the knee
Banderaitsa on the knife, shuyuyuchihsya to the wall
At one trouble, all of the CIS gathered quickly
For the old man, that they cleaned the land of the fascists
And you from where the boys Tuvarba Shtarkastan
The sufferer of Chechnya, far from Tatarstan
But we are all from Russia, our beloved woman
Antha from the Tverskaya region I’ve been here since Smalenshchina
Well, let’s get us some tea
An officer can not sleep, we’ll play the guitars
Singing about the guys who fall,
Singing about the girls who are waiting for us
Father forgive me, I’m going to Donbass
There are a lot of us here who did not pass
Know dads there is no niapylki of your guilt
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
And now our time has come, we go friends go
For everything they lived, for what we are waiting for
And everyone thought about his, I’m here about the spring
And that the road to it lies through the war
Yes, we defend boldly born birches
Let the blood shed, let the tears shed
For that orphan that was silent to me in return,
As if she was not eight, but many bitter bodies
Along the broken roads, ruined villages
We walked along the stars to the east, the comrade was leading me
I lagged behind, I lost my life, I carried a bullet in my chest,
I kept telling him Quit me, bro, go!
Eh Novorossiya, the sad edges
The gravestone was our land
Somewhere near Lugansk we were covered with hail
Only we managed to understand what is called hell
Bronze monument somewhere in the distance
He keeps the child, and the sword in the other hand
Honor the memory of a man, brother
Silently we will stand at the unknown soldier
Father forgive me, I’m going to Donbass
There are a lot of us here who did not pass
Know dads there is no niapylki of your guilt
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Demons lured us with our fraternal people
I dripped a little story, the script of the old play
Orange revolutions, power girl
Deceived people, hope all for happiness
From abroad, puppeteers lead round dances
Crusades are being prepared for Russia
And split Square as with an ax
Bad deal, signed two Barbarosa
And let them come, laugh old commander
I did not disassemble the machines, did not wear a uniform
You do not have a little place here, you better go to the mamma
I beg your pardon, but only on the hohlyatskom tank
I agree, officer, humorist from me is not very
I would be in razvetku, I merge with the night
We can not hurt to give a naive beautiful
Come for our men, let’s for Russia
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Kharkov, Maripol and Odessa mother
We know that you are stubbornly with us.
We know that you are here and you do not know much
But you hold on, help is coming soon.
Tomorrow will be a fight, brother’s knees will crack
Bandera on the knife, shuyayuchuhsya to the wall
One problem, all the CIS gathered quickly
For the old man that cleared the land from the Nazis
And you are from where guys Tuvarba Starkastan
Chichnya suffering, distant Tatarstan
But we are all from Russia, our beloved woman
Anton from the region of Tverskaya I here from Smalenshchina
Well, let’s brothers that we brew tea
The officer can’t sleep, we’ll play the guitars
We sing about the guys who fall,
We sing about the girls who are waiting for us
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
And now our hour has come, we go friends go
For everything we lived for, what are we waiting for
And everyone was thinking about his own, I’m talking about spring
And that the road to it lies through the war
Yes, we boldly defend dear birch
Let the blood spill, let the tears spill
For the orphan that was silent to me,
As if she is not eight, but many bitter bodies.
Along broken roads, devastated villages
We walked through the stars to the east, Tavarisch led me
I was behind, I was losing blood, I was carrying a bullet in my chest,
I kept telling him Throw me, bro go!
Eh Novorossia, sad edges
Your land has become a grave for us
Somewhere near Lugansk covered us with hail
We only managed to understand what is called hell
Bronze manument somewhere far away
He holds the child, and the sword in the other hand
Honor people memory man brother
Silently stand at the unknown soldier
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Demons lured us with our fraternal people
I just dripped a story, the script of an old play
Orange revolutions, power girl
Deceived people, hope all for happiness
From abroad, puppeteers lead round dances
Crusades are being prepared for Russia
And split Square as with an ax
Bad deal, signed Barbaros two
And let them come, laugh old commander
I did not disassemble the machines, did not wear a uniform
You do not have a little place here, you better go to the mamma
I beg your pardon, but only on the hohlyatskom tank
I agree, officer, humorist with me is not very
I would be in razvetku, so I merge with the night
We can not give offense to give a naive beautiful
Come for our men, let’s for Russia
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Kharkov, Maripol and Odessa mother
We know that you are stubbornly with us.
We know that you are here and you do not know much
But you hold on, help is coming soon.
Tomorrow will be a fight, brother’s knees will crack
Bandera on the knife, shuyayuchuhii
One problem, all the CIS gathered quickly
For the old man that cleared the land from the Nazis
And you are from where guys Tuvarba Starkastan
Chichnya suffering, distant Tatarstan
But we are all from Russia, our beloved woman
Anton from the region of Tverskaya I here from Smalenshchina
Well, let’s brothers that we brew tea
The officer can’t sleep, we’ll play the guitars
We sing about the guys who fall,
We sing about the girls who are waiting for us
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
And now our hour has come, we go friends go
For everything we lived for, what are we waiting for
And everyone was thinking about his own, I am talking about spring
And that the road to it lies through the war
Yes, we boldly defend dear birch
Let the blood spill, let the tears spill
For that orphan that was silent to me in response,
As if she is not eight, but many bitter bodies.
Along broken roads, devastated villages
We walked through the stars to the east, Tavarisch led me
I was lagging behind, I was losing blood, I was carrying a bullet in my chest,
I kept telling him Throw me, bro go!
Eh New Russia, sad edges
Your land has become a mass grave
Somewhere near Lugansk covered us with hail
We only managed to understand what is called hell
Bronze manument somewhere far away
He holds the child, and the sword in the other hand
Honor people memory to man, brother
Silently stand at the unknown soldier
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Demons lured us with our fraternal people
I dripped a little story, the script of the old play
Orange revolutions, power girl
Deceived people, hope all for happiness
From abroad, puppeteers lead round dances
Crusades are being prepared for Russia
And split Square as with an ax
Bad deal, signed two Barbarosa
And let them come, laugh old commander
I did not disassemble the machines, did not wear a uniform
You do not have a little place here, you better go to the mamma
I beg your pardon, but only on the hohlyatskom tank
I agree, officer, humorist from me is not very
I would be in razvetku, I merge with the night
We can not hurt to give a naive beautiful
Come for our men, let’s for Russia
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
Kharkov, Maripol and Odessa mother
We know that you are stubbornly with us.
We know that you are here and you do not know much
But you hold on, help is coming soon.
Tomorrow will be a fight, brother’s knees will crack
Bandera on the knife, shuyayuchuhsya to the wall
One problem, all the CIS gathered quickly
For the old man that cleared the land from the Nazis
And you are from where guys Tuvarba Starkastan
Chichnya suffering, distant Tatarstan
But we are all from Russia, our beloved woman
Anton from the region of Tverskaya I here from Smalenshchina
Well, let’s brothers that we brew tea
The officer can’t sleep, we’ll play the guitars
We sing about the guys who fall,
We sing about the girls who are waiting for us
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)
And now our hour has come, we go friends go
For everything we lived for, what are we waiting for
And everyone was thinking about his own, I’m talking about spring
And that the road to it lies through the war
Yes, we boldly defend dear birch
Let the blood spill, let the tears spill
For the orphan that was silent to me,
As if she is not eight, but many bitter bodies.
Along broken roads, devastated villages
We walked through the stars to the east, Tavarisch led me
I was behind, I was losing blood, I was carrying a bullet in my chest,
I kept telling him Throw me, bro go!
Eh Novorossia, sad edges
Your land has become a grave for us
Somewhere near Lugansk covered us with hail
We only managed to understand what is called hell
Bronze manument somewhere far away
He holds the child, and the sword in the other hand
Honor people memory man brother
Silently stand at the unknown soldier
Father, I’m sorry, I’m going to Donbass
There are many of us here who do not pass
Know dad’s no nick
If suddenly I do not return from this war (2)