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to my people - хаски (husky) . track 8 on sbch zhzn (dg lf) lyrics

[lyrics to “my people”]

[intro]
do the dirt, do the dirt, do the dirt
this is husky! ulan*ude, ulan*ude
do, do, do
ye

[chorus]
wherever the waves wash us
we’ll be able to get out of the water dry, voila we’ll fill the empty fields of this life
with exclamation marks this is all for my people, this is all for my people this is all for my people, this is all for my people

welcome, welcome, a little sun to your spit*covered neighborhood
, to your spit*covered neighborhood, to your spit*covеred

[verse 1]
to you, battered, hiddеn in isolation
wards, through wards, through splattered front
doors, through barracks, awakened angels
choking on gags, going crazy in pursuit of simulacra
raped by life in the bas*m*nts of residential coffins
whose wasp nests the tornado has stirred up into junk
whose entrances and exits have been covered with dust, i am the same cut as you
, alive while your air is shaken by a drum machine
, to moth*eaten neighborhoods, through the veins of heating mains
through the metastases of glass wool
, where the sun flutters like a copper basin in a pale sky
souls have faded and become damp like a lilac petal
time to summarize, the sunset turns orange
, life is a marathon on a minefield, not a promenade in a greenhouse
this is for my people, not for a narrow circle of gentlemen
wow! i represent my southeast!
[chorus]
wherever the waves wash us
we will be able to emerge from the water dry, voila
we will fill
the empty fields of this life with exclamation marks
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
welcome, welcome, a little sunshine to your spit*covered area
to your spit*covered area, to your spit*covered

[verse 2]
bro, you must remember the year that passed with despair
life did not cuddle like a kitten, we wandered in the dark
bells rang for us, we melted them down for bullets
no matter how deep the sewer, my people are unsinkable
let there be a hole in the deck, and dust in the cigarette case, rats jumping into the water
we vegetate and good hopes of the cape and pier do not reach
let on the lips of the experienced confession, they say, the road to valhalla is paved with scarlet
a furious wave is approaching, but my people at the helms will stand!
into the hastily drawn districts
along the spiked wire snakes
that guard the reserve of chopped destinies
there they are fed with what is unlikely to be dreamed of even in the worst nightmares of the chef
this is a nocturne of rotting ditches
a study in pr*ckly tones of the courtyards, where
every b*st*rd is a puny atlas
every entrance is a dense enclave
in the heads there is a seething mess
a blatant contrast of everyday life and dreams
but it is there, and not in the diamond thickets
that the world opens up to the best of us
[chorus]
wherever the waves wash us
we will be able to emerge from the water dry, voila
we will fill
the empty fields of this life with exclamation marks
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
welcome, welcome, a little sun in your spit*covered area
in your spit*covered area, in your spit*covered

[verse 3]
remember: a drunken childhood howled
like a mangy dog every song, a cry of protest, a protest is a riot in the entrance
the entrance is an escort agency, fights for a bed
we dreamed of the sun, but a thunderstorm in our eyes is nikola tesla
from cramped rooms * there only rage warmed us with its fuse
if we rob, then a million, if we f*ck, then the queen
problems were layered, even if it was colder there
we grew seeds of hope on the asphalt surface we
only wanted happiness
but the noose broke, and in an instant the stool fell apart
you are against abortions, vasya
and i know people who regret their conception
i am destined to burn like phaeton
but someone from above allowed me wheeze in a baritone
just a little bit more, i know exactly who i’m writing for
my people, make some noise, make some noise, make some noise!
[chorus]
wherever the waves wash us
we will be able to emerge from the water dry, voila
we will fill
the empty fields of this life with exclamation marks
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
this is all for my people, this is all for my people
welcome, welcome, a little sunshine in your spit*covered neighborhood
in your spit*covered neighborhood, in your spit*covered

[outro]
husky, “to my people”

- хаски husky track 8 on sbch zhzn dg lf lyrics

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