Братский стол текст песни

Обновлено: 11.11.2024

Мой дом твой дом, твой дом мой
Пой нам ворон, пой нам, пой
Не важно пуст или забит, главное, что с Близкими
Мы присели за Братский стол

My home is your home, your home is mine
Sing us a raven, sing us, sing
It doesn’t matter whether it’s empty or clogged, the main thing is that with Close
We sat down at the Brotherly Table

Handful of bitterness, but over the years it’s easier
The weight fell on my shoulders, I became stronger
Spiritual wolf against trained dogs,
Kneeling before God, though the same Martyr.
I didn’t play a bandit, I am against lawlessness,
There were none from the linear department,
There were many traitors, but we are all under Christ,
I even laid my soul on the Brotherly table.
The judges told me, I am dependent on theft,
I only stole from those who covered my country,
The spirit of Vasya Brilliant lives in me,
Remember, the criminal is distinguished by talent!
Justice Prisoner and Human Conscience,
My words are true, this is not a story, not a story,
That is, I went my hellish way,
Relatives, catch the fit - this is on the Brotherly table!

My home is your home, your home is mine
Sing us a raven, sing us, sing
It doesn’t matter whether it’s empty or clogged, the main thing is that with Close
We sat down at the Brotherly Table

My home is your home, your home is mine
Sing us a raven, sing us, sing
It doesn’t matter whether it’s empty or clogged, the main thing is that with Close
We sat down at the Brotherly Table!

I’m even strangling my box on the Brotherly table,
This is our boy’s pure fit Bosyatsky,
Life is not a gift in a gift wrapper,
If you are my Brother, then it means decent!

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