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- Авторская песня
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- На английском языке. Музыка и слова песни связаны с событиями в Украине.
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- Nikolai gamburger @ Alexandr Martinov
- Автор музыки
- Nikolai Gamburger
- Автор текста
- Nikolai Gamburger@Alexandr Martinov
- Исполнитель
- Nikolai Gamburger
- Описание
- The word PERESTROIKA (Russian) is now known worldwide. This is derivate from the English word Restructuring. And nothing would be so bad, when it happened, whether it did not touch the lives of peoples, and make them powerless, and poor. Deprived them of the right to the truth, and the human rights to property of natural resources belonging to the nation. And it happened because of this restructuring begotten in the countries ruling circles on the top. But when this Hypnotists entertainers come to power they stop sharing with peoples, giving all the nation’s wealth to themselves, forgotten all the promises that were given to people. First I met it in Russia in 1990,and it last up to 2000 .Than lot of countries have started to comprehend such a fate. And now the riches country Ukraine is fully destroyed. And how it usually is done you will learn from this song. And nothing will change for centuries, may be only the name. BUT EVERY NATION HAS RIGHT AND A CHANCE, AND CAN FINALLY WAKE UP AND FIX IT !!!!!
- Студия
- SEA SOUND MUSICAL STUDIO
- Текст
- P E R E S T R O I K A
Petrified gray faces
Petrified black peoples
Petrified black thoughts
In a halls and stone rooms
In a confined duck spaces
Time was lost rotation
And not catching sparkle
Thrown in the locker
Choked the air tightly
In stagnation vacuum
Not heard happy laughter
In a mad peace places
He lost faith which could break
Down all the strong walls
And gagged gag the truth
With punches to the faces
Slowly Sliding down
Train without round weels
In a deeply dug hole
Human mass Hypnosis
And losing the last power
Gathered by a fear
He throws slogan out
With infected ashes
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Fetters bound wrists hands
Tightly chained a phrases
Embossed doors in
Trampled all the feelings
Mixing with a dirt ground
Somewhere childhood crying
Quietly fall in a short sleep
With the winning formula
On a bloody raised flag
Ripped all human right thoughts
Thrown into hot flames
And breaking the crucifix
On the sight of Holy
Looking from under his cassock
Satan with shoulder strepses
Slowly sliding down
train without,,,,,,,,an so on,
and after this.....
But you can’t hide down
Wounds with white blanket
And won’t hide the belief
In labyrinth of cheatings
Will light candles brightly
In labyrinths of temple
And memory will rice up
Coming out of the dense fog
AND MEMORY WILL RISE UP
COMING OUT OF THE DANSE FOG!!!!!!!!!!!!PERESTROIKA