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Someone has broken an hour, someone from minute to minute,
Sometimes you do not know: live there any day?
Die in agonizing groans, or escape of flour?
Without violating the laws or dressed bracelets on your hands?
Each year in each area someone drives off, taking inside.
Someone under the layer of light armor instead of the institute.
Some people live in the way, someone is burying himself.
Some long climbs, not noticing that already sinking.
Boys see off the last path in life brothers,
His tears are not hiding briefly say goodbye.
After all, he chose instead a best friend
And jumped by a bullet, having lead his own breast.
Because it is full of arrows in the second lost everything!
In a senseless shootout and won ... What?
Why would he now need the unshared money
And the future of her son's father before the birth of the earth ...

We accompany tired
Well enough, young, firing of steel!
Initials on the marble
Tears will leave those who love and know
Now, on the ground will carry a plate
The meaning of the words: "Do not forget you ..."
We think about you and always say:
"Mothers are not easy to bury the young!"

All is not gold that other us how leprikony,
Pseudo-spodvigaet young Dons break the law,
Be a living barrier against those who divide the thrones.
In this street kid to the war are treated like clones.
What will a mother for her son? From the bosom of his patrons?
Or the one who is guilty, crawl to it with a bow?
Will cotton feet, with eyes full of moisture,
Go behind the coffin of her son, tears of grief a lump in my throat?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! He went on the block,
At the time, did not have the courage to send all on the dick!
And friends, that himself, as a target in the dash, not the first time,
Bury her, saying: "Rest in Peace" ..
And because the world was much wider than the grave fence
He measured his money - and this is payback!
The world was much more beautiful than the scenery on the bills!
It sounded much nicer than a march in a minor sheet music!
I can not see the eyes of mothers with tears wet!
I can not see their fathers, with no time of gray!
I can not see the grief of friends, girlfriends, family!
I can not see where they bury the young!

We accompany tired
Well enough, young, firing of steel!
Initials on the marble
Tears will leave those who love and know
Now, on the ground will carry a plate
The meaning of the words: "Do not forget you ..."
We think about you and always say:
"Mothers are not easy to bury the young!"

Posters of life will draw future
Then solve all trunks and burnt scars.
From knives heal in the hospital ...
O God, may all end someday?
Street wars, hunger will?
Enough to break laws, data on the age - a sin, a step in the impasse
One moment, one shot, one man - sob!
In view of the sky, the bullet, like poison, obozhget you!
No! It will not help force - Yes
Only the red jet from a body falls,
Leaving sticky marks on the land where you grew up!
Remember the best moments
Over the last seconds of doctors will not save, do not wait for help!
Even the mere wind shall carry thee into the voids!
Sheet music played, played music! I saw the sky
I have seen people whose words inspire confidence ...
Where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they?

We accompany tired
Well enough, young, firing of steel!
Initials on the marble
Tears will leave those who love and know
Now, on the ground will carry a plate
The meaning of the words: "Do not forget you ..."
We think about you and always say:
"Mothers are not easy to bury the young!"