Plamenev - To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg.

Picture from the films: “Brother“ and “Brother 2“ Director: Alexey Balabanov Doing my business gets harder and harder, My mates are whining and cops’ siren is louder; The outside men are filling our backstage, But we can’t throw them out, cuz they’re killing our rampage. The kingpin said, we need pluck up for action; Go straight to Moscow to settle the question. I wouldn’t like doing my way through corpses, But I’ll kill everyone who opposes our forces. Pain is changing my feeling; Fear is blowing my breathing; Life is wasted to ashes; Heart’s pumping with clashes. So what next, I wonder? You’ll rat us, my brother. It’s easy with torture; Through dark and misfortune. But it’s not a big deal; I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed. I’ll take my sawn-off gun and run like a mad dog To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg. I used to spit on the bloody faces Of the gentlemen who didn’t share their chances; If I need something, I just take my prize; I can make the big boys begging with cries. Moscow wanted giving in with no struggling, yeah; The cash flow is here, so it’s scared of grabbing, well; But if you become a real hotshot, o-oh, You will be bought here or you will be shot. Pain is changing my feeling; Fear is blowing my breathing; Life is wasted to ashes; Heart’s pumping with clashes. I bring up my good days, I maimed them in all ways; It’s simpler to set hand, When eyes closed with a black band. But it’s not a big deal; I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed. I’ll take my sawn-off gun and run like a mad dog To Moscow from Saint-Petersburg. Many our guys have been bought by officials, trust me; Now they can rob, cuz they are beneficial; Yesterday we could just break our bread, But now they’re about pop a cap in my head. Bang!! They need a peace with no any distemper They’re ready to give their own mates to dismember; They can betray, and let you be erased; Moscow just chooses the people for waste. Pain is changing my feeling; Fear is blowing my breathing; Life is wasted to ashes; Heart’s pumping with clashes. So I know what comes next, I’ll be killed in advance … They’ll Leave me in that grove, It’s easy to make off … Yeah! But it’s not a big deal; I can’t sleep thinking of people I’ve killed. I’ll never take my gun again; it’s time for my epilogue; I shouldn’t have left Saint-Petersburg.