ВИА Перекат, Анатолий Ефимов - Набат - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Alarm

When the gun barrels spill death, And the birds, tumbling, fly down, Do their strikes on the earth, By any chance, Remind you of anything? But I hear the alarm all the time, Bells ringing all over the land, Here comes another shot, And your little brother Has become the decoration of your table.

Yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes!

Another one! It's getting closer, closer, And the gap is getting wider, wider every day. After all, until now, we've gotten away with everything. And we take, take, take, take. But our forces are clearly not equal - The pen cannot resist the gun barrel. And you are not a holiday - Satan's Sabbath Have organized today at your table.

Yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes!

And I keep hearing the alarm bell, bells ringing all over the land, here comes another shot, and your little brother has become the decoration of your table.

Yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes!