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MASTER LYRICS
"Live" (1995 Live album)
1. Intro
2. Beastie Generation
3. Tsar
4. Danger
5. Live To Die
6. Lock Them In Their Graves
7. Screams Of Pain
8. Punk Guys
9. Executioners (Palachi)
10. Master
11. Will And Mind (Vola I Razum)
12. Smoke On The Water
13. Metal Is Forged Here (Zdes Kuyut Metal)
1. Intro
2. Beastie Generation
3. Tsar
Tsar
(Ñ.Ïîïîâ - Î.Ãîðáóíîâ)
***
Raise hands up, you who're alive
We really lost this game
The new Tsar's gone too far, wanting the same to stay
Snake is crawling longer than life
Anglier than Hell
Scream out loud, fool all around
Drink for the rest of your days
HEY Tsar - You went far
Hey you Tsar - You're a star
Raise your hands and face the wall
No solution in wine
Drunkards, jukies having fun tasting a bottle of rum
HEY Tsar - You went far
Hey you Tsar - You're a star
HEY Tsar - You went far
Hey you Tsar - You're a star
Raise hands, not to the clouds, but to the ceilings low
New Tsar has gone too far punching us in the jaw
God's unsafe - Devil's unsafe
The monster is hating us
Raise your hands, this is the end
We live in a goddamned land
HEY Tsar - You went far
Hey you Tsar - You're a star
HEY Tsar - You went far
Hey you Tsar - You're a star
4. Danger
Danger
(Ñ.Ïîïîâ - Î.Ãîðáóíîâ)
***
Flashlights hit the sky
Here comes roaring vengeance
This town is on fire
I can sense a danger
Red flies fill the atmosphere
Darkness bleeding so hard
No escape from deadly fear
Horror strikes my heart
The price humans pay
for being so sinful
There ain't much to save
The bell is ringing
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
It's Judgement Day
We all face the teial
Nobody is safe
This world is on fire
No refuge from hand of doom
Prosecutor has come
Planet wrapped up in a gloom
Everything goes down
DANGER !DANGER! DANGER!
The price humans pay
for being so sinful
There ain't much to save
The bell is ringing
Hand of doom is hung above
We must pay our bills
Hell is really coming tough
Can't you tell it's thrill
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
5. Live To Die
Live To Die
(Ñ.Ïîïîâ - Î.Ãîðáóíîâ)
***
Live to die
Cry to smile
Feel like dead
I'm misled
And it seems it gets me too far
Sounds are dead
Lights went out
I keep searching
There's no guide
But I try
To strike non-existing luck
Dirt and dust
Flesh an lust
Demon makes his feast
Human lies
In disguise
Drowned in the mist
No faith in future
No truth in past
No consolation
I'm going west
Jesus tears dripping down
Turning into endless rain
No one hears no one cares
Now we all prepared to slain
No way out
No way in
We are in the cul de sac
Yell and shout
Shake and tremble
Nobody gives a fuck
Blood and sweat
Cries of dead
It's a sataning feast
Sense of dread
Drives us mad
It's the age of beast
Murder and slaughter
Treason and fraud
Blood tastes like water
So fucking what?!
6. Lock Them In Their Graves
7. Screams Of Pain
8. Punk Guys
9. Executioners (Palachi)
Ïàëà÷è
(À.Áîëüøàêîâ - Í.Êîêîðåâà)
***
Îäèí çaáûë î íåðâaõ,
Kîãäa äðóãîé êðè÷aë.
 îòâåò ía ïðaâäó æåðòâû
Åñòü ïëàõà ïaëa÷a.
Âñåãäa íaéäåòñÿ òðåòèé,
×üå äåëî - ïðèêaçaòü
Ñóäüÿ âèíîâíûõ ìåòèò
Åìó è îòâå÷aòü.
Ïîñëåäíÿÿ ìîëèòâa
È äîãîðèò ñâå÷a.
Áîëü òåëa âîïëåì õðèïëûì
Hå òðîíåò ïaëa÷a.
Çäåñü äüÿâîë âåñåëèòñÿ-
Ñåêèða, êíóò, êóëaê.
Óáèéöû ïðÿ÷óò ëèöa
Ïîä ïóðïóðíûé êîëïaê.
Ïaëa÷è!
Ïàëà÷è!
Håâèííûé îáåçãëaâëåí,
Âñå òÿæåëåå ñ÷åò.
Ãëÿäèøü, êîðîëü îòðaâëåí
Hó, a ïaëa÷ æèâåò
Ha ñîãíóòûå ñïèíû
Âçîéäåò äðóãîé êóìèð,
Âèíîâíûõ è íåâèííûõ
Ñóäèë íaø ñìåðòíûé ìèð.
Ïaëa÷è!
Ïàëà÷è!
Ïîä ìañêîé ïîäíåâîëüíîé
Óäîáíî ïaëa÷ó.
Îäèí êðè÷èò: "Ìíå áîëüíî!"
Äðóãîé êðè÷èò: "Ïëa÷ó!"
È ùåäðî ïëàòèò êòî-òî,
×òîá ðóê íå çaìaðaòü,
Ça ãðÿçíóþ ðaáîòó -
Ðaáîòó óáèâaòü!
Ïàëà÷è!
Ïàëà÷è!
Ýé, ïàëà÷è
10. Master
Ìàñòåð
(À.Áîëüøàêîâ - À.ßêóøèí)
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Ñíîâa ñëîâa ñòðåëÿþò â ïåñîê
Ñêîëüêî îïÿòü ía÷èíaòü ñ íóëÿ
Kðîâü êaê âîäa óõîäèò â ïåñîê
Kòî èç âañ ïîìíèò ÷üÿ ýòî çåìëÿ
Kaæäûé ê ñåáå îáîðâaía ñâÿçü
Kòî èç âañ ïîìíèò ÷üè ìû ñûíîâüÿ
Haøè ñâÿòûíè âòîïòaíû â ãðÿçü
È êaæäûé êaìåíü òåïåðü íaì ñóäüÿ
Ìañòåð
Îäía êðîâü îäíî äûõaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäía ïëîòü îäíî ñîçíaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäíî ëèöî îäíî äâèæåíüå ìañòåð
Ìû íå õîòèì áûòü ÷óæèì îòðaæåíüåì
Ðåêè õîòÿò ïîâåðíóòü âñïÿòü
Âíîâü ïîäíèìaåòñÿ ìóòü ñî äía
Ñêîëüêî åùå ìû áóäåì ìîë÷aòü
Kòî èç âañ çíaåò â ÷åì íaøa âèía
Ìañòåð
Îäía êðîâü îäíî äûõaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäía ïëîòü îäíî ñîçíaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäíî ëèöî îäíî äâèæåíüå ìañòåð
Ìû íå õîòèì áûòü ÷óæèì îòðaæåíüåì
Ñíîâa ñëîâa ñòðåëÿþò â ïåñîê
Ñêîëüêî îïÿòü ía÷èíaòü ñ íóëÿ
Kðîâü êaê âîäa óõîäèò â ïåñîê
Kòî èç âañ ïîìíèò ÷üÿ ýòî çåìëÿ
Ìañòåð
Îäía êðîâü îäíî äûõaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäía ïëîòü îäíî ñîçíaíüå ìañòåð
Ìañòåð
Îäíî ëèöî îäíî äâèæåíüå ìañòåð
Ìû íå õîòèì áûòü ÷óæèì îòðaæåíüåì
11. Will And Mind (Vola I Razum)
Âîëÿ È Ðàçóì
(À.Áîëüøàêîâ - À.Åëèí)
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 ãëóáîêîé øaõòå êîòîðûé ãîä
Òaèòñÿ ÷óäèùå-çìåé
Ñòaëüíûå íåðâû, ñòaëüíaÿ ïëîòü
Ñòaëüíaÿ õâaòêa êîãòåé
Îí êîïèò ñèëû, ëåíèâî æäåò
Haïðaâèâ â íåáî ðaäað
Îäía îøèáêa, ñëó÷aéíûé âçëåò
È íåèçáåæåí óäað
Âñå âî ÷òî òû íaâåêè âëþáëåí
Óíè÷òîæèò ðaçîì
Òûñ÷åãëaâûé óáèéöa-äðaêîí
Äîëæåí áûòü ïîâåðæåí îí
Ñèëüíåå âñÿêèõ âîéí
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
Ñìåðòåëüíîé äaíüþ îáëîæåí ìèð
Ëèøåí ïîêîÿ è ñía
Ìíîãîãîëîñî ãóäèò ýôèð
Îïÿòü ía ñòaðòå âîéía
Âñå âî ÷òî òû íaâåêè âëþáëåí
Óíè÷òîæèò ðaçîì
Òûñ÷åãëaâûé óáèéöa-äðaêîí
Äîëæåí áûòü ïîâåðæåí îí
Ñèëüíåå âñÿêèõ âîéí
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
Ïîêa íå ïîçäíî ñïañaéòå ìèð
Håëüçÿ íaì áîëüøå òåðïåòü
Ïîêa ìû âìåñòå, òî áåðåãèñü
Ëþáîìó ÷óäèùó ñìåðòü
Âñå âî ÷òî òû íaâåêè âëþáëåí
Óíè÷òîæèò ðaçîì
Òûñ÷åãëaâûé óáèéöa-äðaêîí
Äîëæåí áûòü ïîâåðæåí îí
Ñèëüíåå âñÿêèõ âîéí
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
Âîëÿ è ðaçóì, âîëÿ è ðaçóì
12. Smoke On The Water
Smoke On The Water
(Deep Purple cover)
***
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water,
And fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water.
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water,
And fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water.
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water,
And fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water.
13. Metal Is Forged Here (Zdes Kuyut Metal)
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