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Сектор Газа – Туман

The Sweet Illusion

A raw, one-take acoustic song.
This is a song about being stuck in a prison of your own making, calling the "poison water 'sweet, good wine.'" It's for anyone who's been so lost for so long, they've "forgotten what goodness even feels like."
It's about the paradox of grace: the moment a guide offers you a beautiful lie—a sweet illusion—just to give you a place to rest, only to take it away once you're strong enough to face the truth.
It's a song about the rest stop, not the final destination.
(Lyrics based on the wisdom of the Conjured City parable.)

Lyrics: 
(Verse 1) 
I built my house on a crooked line 
Called the poison water "sweet, good wine" 
Called the anger in my blood "a righteous spine" 
And this whole damn prison... I called it "mine."

(Verse 2) 
I walk in circles 'til my feet are raw 
My "right and wrong" is just my favorite flaw 
I chase a pleasure that just bites and claws 
And I don't know how to live... by any other laws.

(Chorus) 
Is there a goodness that I plain forgot? 
A taste of joy that can't be sold or bought? 
My heart's a lock, and the key is lost 
I never even stopped to count the cost. 
I don't know how to do good... 
Hell, I'm not even sure I would.

(Verse 3) 
I was on that highway, bleedin' out my faith 
My spirit just a pale and tired wraith 
I told the guide, "I'm givin' up the fight." 
(The guitar gets softer, almost tender) 
He said, "I know... but rest here for the night." 
And he raised a city, shinin' in the sand 
Said, "This is home, son... this is the promised land."

(Verse 4) 
And that illusion... Lord, it tasted sweet 
I slept for ages, got back on my feet I thought 
I'd made it, thought my journey's end 
Was in that city, with my newfound friend 
(Guitar stops. One beat of cold silence) 
But when I woke up strong... he just smiled and waved his hand 
And there was nothin' but the desert... Nothin' but the sand.

(Chorus 2 - The Turn) 
He said, "That was the goodness that you plain forgot... 
"The taste of joy that can't be sold or bought. 
"Your heart's a lock... but here's the key: 
"That city wasn't for you... 
(Voice breaks, just a little) 
...That city was me."

(Pivot) 
I don't know how to do good... 
(Guitar hangs on a suspended, aching chord) 
But he just stood there... 
And he would.

(Outro) 
(The first "stuck" guitar pattern returns. But it's slower now. It's not "stuck" anymore... it's "walking.") 
He just stood there... and he would. ... 
My house is built on a crooked line... 
But I'm walkin'... 
And the road is fine. 
I'm just walkin'... 
And the road is fine. 
(Guitar pattern plays twice, then stops cold.)

The Sweet Illusion

Любе - Комбат - Батяня

На войне, как на войне:
Патроны, водка, махорка в цене,
А на войне нелегкий труд,
А сам стреляй а то убьют.
А на войне, как на войне,
Подруга, вспомни обо мне.
А на войне неровен час,
А может мы, а может нас.

Припев:
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат,
Ты сердце не прятал за спины ребят.
Летят самолеты, и танки горят,
Так бьет, йо, комбат, йо, комбат.

Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат,
За нами Россия, Москва и Арбат,
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон,
Комбат, йо, командует он.

Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон,
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон,
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон,
Огонь, батарея, огонь, огонь, огонь, агония.

А на войне, как на войне:
Солдаты видят мамку во сне,
А на войне, да то оно,
А все серьезней, чем в кино.
Да, война, война, война -
Дурная тетка, стерва - она.
Эх, война, война идет,
А пацана девчонка ждет.

Припев ( 2 раза ).

А на войне, как на войне,
А на войне, как на войне,
А на войне, как на войне...

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  Kombat

Na voyne, kak na voyne:
Patrony, vodka, makhorka v tsene,
A na voyne nelegkiy trud,
A sam strelyay a to ub'yut.
A na voyne, kak na voyne,
Podruga, vspomni obo mne.
A na voyne neroven chas,
A mozhet my, a mozhet nas.

Pripev:
Kombat-batyanya, batyanya-kombat,
Ty serdtse ne pryatal za spiny rebyat.
Letyat samolety, i tanki goryat,
Tak b'et, yo, kombat, yo, kombat.

Kombat-batyanya, batyanya-kombat,
Za nami Rossiya, Moskva i Arbat,
Ogon', batareya, ogon', batal'on,
Kombat, yo, komanduet on.

Ogon', batareya, ogon', batal'on,
Ogon', batareya, ogon', batal'on,
Ogon', batareya, ogon', batal'on,
Ogon', batareya, ogon', ogon', ogon', agoniya.

A na voyne, kak na voyne:
Soldaty vidyat mamku vo sne,
A na voyne, da to ono,
A vse ser'ezney, chem v kino.
Da, voyna, voyna, voyna -
Durnaya tetka, sterva - ona.
Ekh, voyna, voyna idet,
A patsana devchonka zhdet.

Pripev ( 2 raza ).

A na voyne, kak na voyne,
A na voyne, kak na voyne,
A na voyne, kak na voyne...

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(English lyrics): Commander
At war is like at war,
Bullets, vodka, "makhorka"* in price,
At war is tough labor,
Shoot, yourself, or they will shoot.
At war is like at war,
Girlfriend, remember me.
At war the hour is uneven,
Perhaps we them, perhaps they us.

Chorus:
Commander-"batyanya,"* "batyanya"- commander,
You didn't hide your heart behind boys' backs.
Planes fly, and tanks burn,
He strikes, yo, commander, yo, commander.

Commander-"batyanya," "batyanya"- commander,
Behind us are Russia, Moscow, and Arbat,
Fire, battery, fire, battalion,
Commander, yo, he commands.

At war is like at war -
Soldiers see mothers in their sleep,
At war, and so it is,
And everything is more serious, than in the movies.
Yes, war, war, war -
A grouchy aunt, a bitch she is.
Eh, war goes on and on,
And the girl awaits the boy.

(chorus twice)

At war is like at war,
At war is like at war,
At war is like at war…

Любэ - Комбат

На спящий город опускается туман,
Шалят ветра по подворотням и дворам,
А нам всё это не впервой,
А нам доверено судьбой
Оберегать на здешних улицах покой.

Припев:

Да! А пожелай ты им ни пуха ни пера.
Да! Пусть не по правилам игра.
Да! И если завтра будет круче, чем вчера,
"Прорвёмся," - ответят опера.
Прорвёмся, опера!

Ещё вечерние зажгутся фонари,
Туман рассеется и что ни говори,
Сейчас бы просто по сто грамм
И не мотаться по дворам,
Но рановато расслабляться операм.

Припев:
Да! А пожелай ты им ни пуха ни пера.
Да! Пусть не по правилам игра.
Да! И если завтра будет круче, чем вчера,
"Прорвёмся," - ответят опера.
Прорвёмся, опера!



Любэ — Прорвемся (любэ)

Любэ - Давай за...

Любэ - Солдат.

Давай за жизнь, давай, брат, до конца..!:))
Давай за тех, кто с нами был тогда..
Давай за жизнь, будь проклята война! 
Помянем тех, кто с нами был тогда..

Давай за жизнь, держись, брат, до конца:))) 
Давай за тех, кто дома ждёт тебя.
Давай за жизнь, будь проклята война!
Давай за тех, кто дома ждёт тебя.:) 

Давай за них, давай за нас
И за Сибирь, и за Кавказ,.
За свет далёких городов..
И за друзей, и за любовь..! :)
Давай за вас, давай за нас!
И за десант, и за спецназ..
За боевые ордена..
Давай поднимем, старина :) <3


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