Никуда

Here it is, the tenacity of will,
Adore to tears, to pain,
Stars, sea , braids , field,
All love without interruption .
Build something again and again firmly argue
Currently echoing , just that I do without you ?
Empty and worthless .
But you are my life , my passion ,
Let assert that dirty.
Different countries barkers beckon sweets
And the power of giving , to weigh anchor , hastily with soaring windows ,
What we do not dream of the savages in those parts that the collapse pose .
Say , brother, you are once there, hunger, poverty ,
Loans , bills, even the food - the poison , throw , count .
There all on drink , sold, cursed ,
World stomp it , throw it, it will be something good .

Chorus:

I 'm not leaving here anywhere
All can and pass .
In crow drowning city
Burn former luster and become .

I 'm not leaving here anywhere
All can and pass .
After all, does not leave the son never
Sick dying mother .

Bulat :

My Russian eyes the color of the sky blue ,
Heavy brown braids.
Big girl , so strong,
But does not want to become an adult .
And around the uncles and aunts of others and strive to play with it ,
And strive to play and spit .
Aunt swim fat uncle drool .
Cried a screaming missiles
Do not run away when the clash of steel jammed ,
Pressed tank treads in the greenhouse ,
Such a fragile , but nekrushimuyu .

Dino :

Once upon a dollar, he did not forget the fund,
Golden shape made ships and bombs .
Another world remembers everything , bill - the dust ,
And if he dies once , then make up the reserve .
He is in front again on the second , it obscures the mountain,
Scores bitterness as Cartel Lollipops Morning .
In each room , and if he is in the country of palms and magnolias feeds
That leads to the other war.
Russian winter, frost , Kazan patio
Stands at the exchanger can be someone's sidekick .
Maybe somebody's son , green story
With two zeros become ruble.
And there lived it .
In the cities of the logs of people are not blood relatives,
Everything but , he will not touch his .
In the reform sinks , but not a life preserver thrown from his throne ,
And those who love the motherland as somebody's son .

Chorus:

I 'm not leaving here anywhere
All can and pass .
In crow drowning city
Burn former luster and become .

I 'm not leaving here anywhere
All can and pass .
After all, does not leave the son never
Sick dying mother .