Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Родина
Боже, Ñколько лет Ñ Ð¸Ð´Ñƒ, но не Ñделал и шаг.
Боже, Ñколько дней Ñ Ð¸Ñ‰Ñƒ то, что вечно Ñо мной,
Сколько лет Ñ Ð¶ÑƒÑŽ вмеÑто хлеба Ñырую любовь,
Сколько жизни в виÑок мне плюет
Вороненым Ñтволом Ð´Ð¾Ð»Ð³Ð¾Ð¶Ð´Ð°Ð½Ð½Ð°Ñ Ð´Ð°-a-аль !
Черные фары у ÑоÑедних ворот,
Люки, наручники, порванный рот.
Сколько раз, покатившиÑÑŒ, Ð¼Ð¾Ñ Ð³Ð¾Ð»Ð¾Ð²Ð°
С переполненной плахи летела Ñюда, где
Родина.
Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
Хоть и не краÑавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- тра-лÑ-Ð»Ñ -лÑ...
Боже,
Ñколько правды в глазах гоÑударÑтвенных шлюх !
Боже,
Ñколько веры в руках отÑтавных палачей !
Ты не дай им опÑÑ‚ÑŒ закатать рукава,
Ты не дай им опÑÑ‚ÑŒ закатать рукава
Суетливых ночей.
Черные фары у ÑоÑедних ворот,
Люки, наручники, порванный рот.
Сколько раз, покатившиÑÑŒ, Ð¼Ð¾Ñ Ð³Ð¾Ð»Ð¾Ð²Ð°
С переполненной плахи летела Ñюда, где
Родина. Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
СпÑÑ‰Ð°Ñ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- ...
Из-под черных рубах рветÑÑ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñный петух,
Из-под добрых царей льетÑÑ Ð² рты мармелад.
Ðикогда Ñтот мир не вмещал в Ñебе двух --
Был нам богом отец, ну а чертом --
Родина. Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
СпÑÑ‰Ð°Ñ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- ...
Motherland
My God
For how many years have I been walking
And I haven�t made a single step
My God
For how many days have I been looking
For what is always with me
For how many years have I been chewing
Instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple
Does a burnished steel shaft spit �
The long-awaited vastness
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is �
Motherland
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
So it�s not a beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Hey, boss !
My God
How much truth in the eyes of the government whores
How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners
Please don�t let them roll up their sleeves again
Please don�t let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is �
Motherland
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths
Never has this world had room for both �
Father was our god, and our devil �
Motherland,
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Heeeey, boss!
Боже, Ñколько лет Ñ Ð¸Ð´Ñƒ, но не Ñделал и шаг.
Боже, Ñколько дней Ñ Ð¸Ñ‰Ñƒ то, что вечно Ñо мной,
Сколько лет Ñ Ð¶ÑƒÑŽ вмеÑто хлеба Ñырую любовь,
Сколько жизни в виÑок мне плюет
Вороненым Ñтволом Ð´Ð¾Ð»Ð³Ð¾Ð¶Ð´Ð°Ð½Ð½Ð°Ñ Ð´Ð°-a-аль !
Черные фары у ÑоÑедних ворот,
Люки, наручники, порванный рот.
Сколько раз, покатившиÑÑŒ, Ð¼Ð¾Ñ Ð³Ð¾Ð»Ð¾Ð²Ð°
С переполненной плахи летела Ñюда, где
Родина.
Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
Хоть и не краÑавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- тра-лÑ-Ð»Ñ -лÑ...
Боже,
Ñколько правды в глазах гоÑударÑтвенных шлюх !
Боже,
Ñколько веры в руках отÑтавных палачей !
Ты не дай им опÑÑ‚ÑŒ закатать рукава,
Ты не дай им опÑÑ‚ÑŒ закатать рукава
Суетливых ночей.
Черные фары у ÑоÑедних ворот,
Люки, наручники, порванный рот.
Сколько раз, покатившиÑÑŒ, Ð¼Ð¾Ñ Ð³Ð¾Ð»Ð¾Ð²Ð°
С переполненной плахи летела Ñюда, где
Родина. Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
СпÑÑ‰Ð°Ñ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- ...
Из-под черных рубах рветÑÑ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñный петух,
Из-под добрых царей льетÑÑ Ð² рты мармелад.
Ðикогда Ñтот мир не вмещал в Ñебе двух --
Был нам богом отец, ну а чертом --
Родина. Еду Ñ Ð½Ð° родину,
ПуÑÑ‚ÑŒ кричат -- уродина,
Рона нам нравитÑÑ,
СпÑÑ‰Ð°Ñ ÐºÑ€Ð°Ñавица,
К Ñволочи доверчива,
Ðу, а к нам -- ...
Motherland
My God
For how many years have I been walking
And I haven�t made a single step
My God
For how many days have I been looking
For what is always with me
For how many years have I been chewing
Instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple
Does a burnished steel shaft spit �
The long-awaited vastness
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is �
Motherland
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
So it�s not a beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Hey, boss !
My God
How much truth in the eyes of the government whores
How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners
Please don�t let them roll up their sleeves again
Please don�t let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is �
Motherland
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths
Never has this world had room for both �
Father was our god, and our devil �
Motherland,
I�m going to the Motherland
Let them shout it�s ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us �
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la�.
Heeeey, boss!
Lyrics submitted by casperado
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