Текст песни Гарри Топор feat. Tanir - Тайга

The morning fog covered the crowd of the wolf's trail Tomorrow there will be no snow - that's what the starry sky promised The radio operator left before dawn, she's alone in the taiga somewhere When the train goes downhill, it doesn't matter whether there is a ticket or not None of us believes that we will survive this morning It's been the seventh day since the group lost its route The only guy who knew the path to the camp Was like a Tatar, but now he looks like a cold corpse Sheshe was in a bear trap, unconscious. If you want, drag her yourself, but we won’t. The flame is dying by the fire, it’s sweeping around like that. We’re all slowly going crazy, hunger is not our aunt. We have no other options, because it’s stupid to hold out. If we drag her out, it’s, at best, amputation. She’s not a survivor, but she should save us. And don’t forget that in Tanya there are 40 kilograms of pure meat... To live or not,a ticket to heaven or hell - Choose, but don't make an absurd choice A friend can chop you up like a fillet And put you in the grave without sending you to heaven... To live or not, a ticket to heaven or hell - Choose, but don't make an absurd choice A friend can chop you up like a fillet And put you in the grave without sending you to heaven...
In a military uniform, medals in a prominent place A girl in a wheelchair is being transported through the carriage With a hat clutched between her hands and a cross on her chest We then dragged her to the base, six of me in the infirmary, there are nurses feeding and watering Near the wall Tanya was cut exactly in half She was sent home to Tula in the summer By that time her beloved husband was blown away by the wind And there is no work, it’s like paradise was closed for lunch Fromthree-year-old Oleg screams of hunger Alimony is fantastic, like “The Fifth Element” A drunk driver or a cop kicked her out of a crossing A benefit of 2,000 rubles, in her own country I saw villages under siege, children on fire Radio interception: “Hail hits right on target” After the war, zero awaited her at the end Moving the stumps of her hands, banknotes for the day She looks ahead with bitterness, she is being driven from behind Looks with envyon women, their evening dresses. Why should she now suffer for everyone?
Let us then boil her in the taiga And not just six of us from the detachment would survive, but all of her. There is no place for her, and this is someone else’s victory. She hates us, like flakes of white snow...
To live or not, a ticket to heaven or hell - Choose, but don't make an absurd choice A friend can chop you up like a fillet And put you in the grave without sending you to heaven... To live or not, a ticket to heaven or to hell - Choose, but don't make an absurd choice A friend can chop you up like a fillet And put you in the grave without sending you to heaven... I often dream of this endless forest like a wall... There's a smell all aroundpine needles, the smell of blood... In front of me this woman in a trap is moaning. I bandage her legs with one hand. I often dream of this endless forest as a wall... There is a smell of pine needles around, the smell of blood... In front of me this woman in a trap is moaning. I am bandaging her legs with one hand.