Текст песни сталкер вкус крови
Обновлено: 22.11.2024
Не учатся ничему некоторые, и учится, не хотят.
Кина американского насмотрелись,
Или крышу срывает от жадности?
Ты ему про аномалии, он тебе про хабар.
Ни о чём думать не хотят, кроме бабок,
Пока кишки по веткам не разбросает.
Пройди сквозь боль,
Дождаться мне бы
Когда стихнет дождь,
Увидеть чистое небо.
Пройди сквозь боль,
Дождаться мне бы
Когда стихнет дождь,
Увидеть чистое небо. (2 раза припев)
The taste of blood. Shoulder aches. There are three of us.
On the fourth of the quad has long wolf howl.
Behind - Red Forest. In the soul the devil.
Risen fear the dead silence of this place.
In the endurance test, the adrenaline surge.
Geiger counter echoed in the brain sends crash.
In the eyes of all the dark . No! It gets dark around!
It can not be! This emission! Run quickly!
Total waste, cold sweat .. beats.
& Quot; Run, the platoon! & Quot; The wind picks up scraps of land in the eye.
All stop! But it's' too late. Both are stuck in the anomaly.
Less than a second - two corpses. I barely survived.
Now there are three minutes to find shelter.
I remember a kilometer away, the plant we saw.
Apparently, the area does not let the audience so close.
But monolith attracted to all the new visitors.
Pass through the pain,
Wait, I would
When the rain subsides,
See the sky.
Sky in convulsions,
Through the rain, I am torn.
I feel the taste of metal.
I do not feel a pulse.
The onslaught of the artifact -
It's time for Fartagh!
Reach me to live with this start .
Traders did not show up, bastard - just leave a card.
Again, I climb into the mouth of electromagnetic quanta.
Again, these creatures - they will just give!
And so it turned into a necropolis in the Klondike!
Lousy day, to die for the money
Roentgen hammer on genes, zone melting skull. Twigs area.
Alternating reached and muscles - tug on the hill.
In the mist I see - remains of the feast:
The first completely torn to pieces, the second legless.
Obviously handmade walking pathologies.
In the squalid ammunition - glazed face,
Dive into the raid on the pockets - is now without principles!
Through the prism of mist sun breaks.
What's in them? A vodka! Good strontium!
Stop chick! Special Forces! And my AK is not charged!
Damn, that's slazhal! But I was a stalker with the experience!
It's not hard - hit the jackpot in seconds.
I get up, dragging along the way from his pocket knife
Shot! I do not remember, but he was or was not?
And I always wanted to see the sky .
Shooter !! !
Pass through the pain,
Wait, I would
When the rain subsides,
See the sky. (Chorus 2 times)
For a long time I did not see the arrow.
Was he dead?
No, this can not be!
He climbs out of any scrape,
He's fine.
Well go? Come on, it's time for dinner.
I know it's more important to you than the fate of an old friend.
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