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No More Barricades

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.10.2012

No more barricades,
The bridge is open,
No more barricades,
The chain is broken.

Mother Russia has given birth,
Bells will ring around the Earth,
Red Square will encircle me,
We're the future of democracy!

Melt the guns and look ahead,
We've passed the test of time,
And this is what our voices say,
And this is what I feel inside...

Припев (2 раза).

No more barricades,
The bridge is open, and we are crossing to free land.
No more barricades,
The chain is broken - we have crossed into free land.

Times are hard, but they'll get better.
We've learnt to live in stormy weather,
Others will believe in me,
And help us find democracy.

Spare the world and look ahead,
We're almost there at last.
And this is what our voices say,
And this is what I feel inside...

Припев (2 раза)

Пейте водку, господа.
Мать Россия спасена,
Пейте водку, эх вашу мать!
Эх, да надоело воевать!

Let the vodka flow and cheer,
Mother Russia's free this year!

Won't look back,
We'll never go back.


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