✕
Motherland
God, for how many years have I been walking, and yet I haven't made a single step.
God, for how many days have I been looking for something that's always with me.
For how many years have I been chewing instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple does a burnished steel shaft spit
The long-awaited vastness!
Black headlights in the neighboring yard,
Hatchways, handcuffs, a torn mouth.
How many times did my head rolled off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Chorus 1:
Homeland.
I'm going home,
Let them shout it's ugly,
But we like it all the same,
So it's not a beauty,
So trustful to scum, but to us
Well, to us - tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ...
Hey, boss!...
God, how much truth is there in the eyes of the government whores,
God, how much faith is there in the hands of the fired executioners.
Please, don't let them roll up their sleeves again
Please, don't let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights.
Black headlights in the neighboring yard,
Hatchways, handcuffs, a torn mouth.
How many times did my head rolled off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Chorus 2:
Homeland.
I'm going home,
Let them shout its ugly,
But we like it all the same,
So its not a beauty,
So trustful to scum, but to us
Well, to us - tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ...
Hey, boss!...
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster,
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths,
This world could never have room for two:
Father was our god, and our devil.
baby_girl_
Ethnicparty✕
Комментарии
Россия ведет позорную войну с Украиной. Поддержи Украину!
О переводчике
The source lyrics have been updated. Please review your translation.