Куваев оплакивает кончину русского языка
Dec. 12th, 2025 02:06 amThey stole my language from me
My mind is dead like an old tree now
It’s a language of pain
Of mothers crying in the rain
Now Russian is the language of death
Now Russian is the language of war
Now it's the language of last breath
Ask Germans for the score
When I'm thinking in Russian
I always stumble on shame
Eyes of an ukrainian boy
Killed while playing the game
When I'm speaking in Russian
My voice is sinking and low
Cause every sound of those words
Turns to the noise of a drone
They stole our language from us
Now every word tastes of rust
The words of war, the words of blood
They drag us down to the mud
My language was charm and a dream
But now when I'm speaking I scream
For million lives, for stolen years
For mothers cries, for buried tears
Now Russian is the language of death
Now Russian is the language of war
Now it's the language of last breath
Ask Germans for the score
When I'm thinking in Russian
I always stumble on shame
Eyes of an ukrainian boy
Killed while playing the game
When I'm speaking in Russian
My voice is sinking and low
Cause every sound of those words
Turns to the noise of a drone...
People, people without a language
People, people without a language
People, people without a language
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