Ram - Мир после меня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

After me, there will be no barrier to peace.

Rays of freedom will reach every home of pain, like Ariadne's thread.

Some delegates will be delicately replaced by others.

And in the abyss of leviathans, the extreme dictator will perish.

The world is heading toward a series of events that defy logic.

You should be spreading your roots, but you still plunder and destroy.

Pray louder to the icons, that your armored vehicles don't fail you.

After all, somewhere, lonely coffins are already pining.

The field is unplowed, but the earth smells of blood.

Fall, headless ones, immediately after the campus.

Nasrato, where you eat your provisions.

Raise children, so that in the future they will be punished with a bullet.

Doesn't this bother you? I immediately see

One wave after another, one after another of discontent

As soon as you are given access to the treasures of nations, in the ranks

The Phantoms are already singing, preparing to explode upon the people

But after me, the shooting will die down, the missiles will be lowered into a row

Provocateurs will be vaccinated against innate evil

Dancing around the campfire will return, there will be a flocculation of countries

The fascist will immediately pout, as if there is naswar underneath

Everyone will recover like whales, but will boast of their efficiency

Even the laziest devil who needs a mental health clinic

After me, neither grappling nor kumite will be of any use

After me, the victory parade will celebrate LGBT

After me, don't expect any news

Bad or suggestive of disaster

I will leave you, and the light of life will ooze everywhere

But this is unlikely to become true, people, while you are here

After Don't expect any news from me

Bad or suggestive of disaster

I would leave you, but gray death will not yield to you

For you will always do everything to rekindle me

"Love has a billion names, but I have only one" -

So said one of you, it's very clever

But the thread is cut, the bolt is still tight

In the frame of each machine that separates flesh from flesh

So easy that you can intimidate an entire nation

To incinerate literally everything, lengthwise and crosswise, like Ragnarok

It's easy for those who hold life on the brink

It's foolish to interfere; where to run, to press your lips to the altar?

And haven't you considered that I might appear when you least expect it? The hoary death will immediately open the slingshot, pull back the cord.

This is your internecine path, from sticks and animal skins.

Before the peak of investment collapses, go on the assault.

I'll be there - don't be afraid, take the damage.

And if it gets really scary, I'll pull the trigger for you.

After all, this is why you were so eager to maintain the circulation of the dead in nature, not for freedom, but for money.

After me, don't expect any news.

Bad or ominous.

I'll leave you, and the light of life will ooze everywhere.

But this is unlikely to be true, people, while you're here.

After me, don't expect any news.

Bad or ominous.

I'd leave you, but the hoary death won't yield to you.

After all, you'll always do everything to ignite me.

After me.

After me.

And you'll always do everything.

To ignite me.