Sagopa Kajmer - Bağdat | Текст песни

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I invite you to a 3 minutes of silence for the countless number of dead people

The bullet is invented and the manhood is spoiled
And the deceased are on the walls of the wall, unknown veteran
The mine, a battalion of martyrs
In May, a rain of blood
The enemy is sleepy
The world is a victim of grudge
The massacre on my left, where is the common sense?

The victorious ones whose localities are kept guarded
Conquered the afterlife without being enlightened
Their letters are lost, murdering is a shame
And the cultures are bombed, nobody cared
When Baghdad caught fire, my heart is crippled
The sun has set in the east
Light your candles, the planes got tired
All the accused are smiled
Witnesses define the tanks, the earth is full of burns
Darkly cloudy weather and war!
Slow death is the source of speed of your destiny
The market of hurry, the gamble of life, wars of interest
B52s interrupted the cooking meals and the world is an ocean of blood
The price of the future is high, the emotions are patched
If they turn the crime into a bride, no one will be groom
I know, this history will be changed
And the short history of annihilation which is based on recurrence
The dry garden of love is longing for water

The one who wanders with the cripple learns to limp
The value of a cover is known during the rain
The memory is erased
There is no lover as a mother
There is no land like Baghdad
But Baghdad is bombed

Each medal that is won, a pawn on the minefield
He put a gallon of bullets to the department of military with a character of a champion
The humility is a tramp, soused pasts and
veteran babies in the war
The heart skips a beat
And it adds the continuing bloody climates from dusk till dawn
Vegetable existences that lost their psychologies
A stone minister whose ideology is hidden in the wells
The sun has set from the Middle East of the bleeding scars
And this song must have three stiffs
These united nations must question
The snakes of united America is with a rattle
There're lies and mass destruction dollars in its aim
Deserted hip-hop at 24 BPM
The reflected formations of my grudge with Rap
One should handcuff the laws and should select every person
whose hand is representing the victory
And who keeps its actions for the peace

The one who wanders with the cripple learns to limp
The value of a cover is known during the rain
The memory is erased
There is no lover as a mother
There is no land like Baghdad
But Baghdad is bombed

"Go ahead! Come on, come on. Who decides who's going to live? Who decides who's going to die? This is futile! I can stand right up here and nothing happens to me!Not one shot! Why? How come they all had to die? I can stand right here, I can stand right up and nothing happens to me!"


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