This song is about the protection of Rodina (there is simply no literal translation, there is a close one, but it does not accurately convey the meaning of the word, the word is Homeland), generational ties and draws a link between the Great Patriotic War (You know it as WW2) and the war in the Donbass, where the Donetsk People's Republic is at war with Bandera Ukraine (They now officially recognize the SS division Galicia - heroes)
First Verse: My fire was not extinguished, it inside. With him in the darkness are full of them. There is forward, where a menacing look. In the sky are drawn thin, sick of the crown IV. My way in that steppe evil I surly traveler. My rap - Dar, and tucked her in best darkness. Sat himself forward fist over his head. We all sign. I’m reluctant, unhappy son of a bitch. On the battle field, missing hooks in the soup. Quite a lot of pain who was frightened of you? But I pru as a bull, and they hit like fairies. Through the fields in boots, past cornfields and mines. We - they, gallery one. Out of the axle hole, the world goes on.. Take shield and sword, I want to live and be. Leaving the caravan in the darkness, There is willow black, horror, darkness. There are rivers of dead fish, dead birds, fallen NAT. But I will return - know, Paw of discord, like the ivy, like an octopus. If you will turn, will not understand me. Native do not cry, don’t call, don’t forget. When there dissolved away in the smoke. Leaving the caravan South, out into the darkness Each took his dream that it was warm there in hell. New pain - forgotten dream Having sent into the chamber the cartridge. Who encroached on my house, he will be buried. Leaving the caravan in the South, there Where the tree cover give as a gift. Where the demons of war are singing to all of us. Red-hot muzzles of the beat, E. Beat and beat is my instinct, If the world as the ring, if it is in the blood. Behind my house, where my angel sleeps He opened his mouth on them, bitch? Not a question, catch! Leaving the caravan in the South, early in the morning. Hands are holding the love, keep quiet. I just don’t breathe. Touching strands of the burning hand. Just to stroke them best. But the demons saw here across the river. And again collect the men. Leaving the caravan in the South, Full of utterly relieve. Lead tears the grass on the pulse. Tears very different taste. In the way, like everyone else. With her I have five minutes here as villages. Gray, holding, waiting for the dawn. Fragments of the past come to me. Meadows green in the grass. I kissed her knees, burning. Free like the wind from these steppes. Oh, if I knew about the bitch war. That lit native fields. You scream, watch the fields burn. But I swear to you, someone stepped with the sword, native, here. He did it knowingly. Leaving the caravan in the South, The horizon in the distance bathed in blood. There is the smell of sweat, gunpowder, liquor, The smell of burnt cannabis. Dirty paw reaches into my house. Arrogant nasty prick. Time to show fangs. Who here dad-Queen, who don. Covered with a parapet, blew away all the. Small success. But we unnecessary cargo dues years. Next, the path into the woods. Demons somewhere beyond the river. The shadows catches under the visor. The caravan came to life? The native land of the bow. Who am I without these fields? Well, who am I without these fields, tell me. Those moaning that the fire and me with them only to burn. Who is without this hair? Without these hands I loved me? For their lives, ready to die. My Motherland, dear, good land. My homeland, one I you. Homeland, be patient! Poor earth. My Motherland, you are one of me… Читать далее: songstext.ru/rem-digga-na-yug
@@spiceprideoficcial3527 Ты не понял. Это слушателю надо русский учить, ибо без субтитров он не выкупает всю лирику сего шедевра, а только пытается догадаться.
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ANSWER IS: YELAWOLF
Why don't you turn on the subs?
@@МагжанСыдыков its on
когда слушаю всегда слезы в конце
У меня они с начала
Я весь трек ,от начала до конца,не могу их сдержать,они накатываются сами
Каждый раз рыдаю. Рем рвет душу.
This song is about the protection of Rodina (there is simply no literal translation, there is a close one, but it does not accurately convey the meaning of the word, the word is Homeland), generational ties and draws a link between the Great Patriotic War (You know it as WW2) and the war in the Donbass, where the Donetsk People's Republic is at war with Bandera Ukraine (They now officially recognize the SS division Galicia - heroes)
Ohh woow thxxxx ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼 take care bro thankyou for the reaction 🔥🔥🔥
Yeah you are right bro , he is raps about pain of war
Рем Дигга Поэт с большой буквы
Рем Дигга . Это реальная тема реальное тема . Пацанский реп. Нет дорогих машин телок .
MORE REM DIGGA MORE LETS DO IT!!!
First Verse: My fire was not extinguished, it inside. With him in the darkness are full of them. There is forward, where a menacing look. In the sky are drawn thin, sick of the crown IV. My way in that steppe evil I surly traveler. My rap - Dar, and tucked her in best darkness. Sat himself forward fist over his head. We all sign. I’m reluctant, unhappy son of a bitch. On the battle field, missing hooks in the soup. Quite a lot of pain who was frightened of you? But I pru as a bull, and they hit like fairies. Through the fields in boots, past cornfields and mines. We - they, gallery one. Out of the axle hole, the world goes on.. Take shield and sword, I want to live and be. Leaving the caravan in the darkness, There is willow black, horror, darkness. There are rivers of dead fish, dead birds, fallen NAT. But I will return - know, Paw of discord, like the ivy, like an octopus. If you will turn, will not understand me. Native do not cry, don’t call, don’t forget. When there dissolved away in the smoke. Leaving the caravan South, out into the darkness Each took his dream that it was warm there in hell. New pain - forgotten dream Having sent into the chamber the cartridge. Who encroached on my house, he will be buried. Leaving the caravan in the South, there Where the tree cover give as a gift. Where the demons of war are singing to all of us. Red-hot muzzles of the beat, E. Beat and beat is my instinct, If the world as the ring, if it is in the blood. Behind my house, where my angel sleeps He opened his mouth on them, bitch? Not a question, catch! Leaving the caravan in the South, early in the morning. Hands are holding the love, keep quiet. I just don’t breathe. Touching strands of the burning hand. Just to stroke them best. But the demons saw here across the river. And again collect the men. Leaving the caravan in the South, Full of utterly relieve. Lead tears the grass on the pulse. Tears very different taste. In the way, like everyone else. With her I have five minutes here as villages. Gray, holding, waiting for the dawn. Fragments of the past come to me. Meadows green in the grass. I kissed her knees, burning. Free like the wind from these steppes. Oh, if I knew about the bitch war. That lit native fields. You scream, watch the fields burn. But I swear to you, someone stepped with the sword, native, here. He did it knowingly. Leaving the caravan in the South, The horizon in the distance bathed in blood. There is the smell of sweat, gunpowder, liquor, The smell of burnt cannabis. Dirty paw reaches into my house. Arrogant nasty prick. Time to show fangs. Who here dad-Queen, who don. Covered with a parapet, blew away all the. Small success. But we unnecessary cargo dues years. Next, the path into the woods. Demons somewhere beyond the river. The shadows catches under the visor. The caravan came to life? The native land of the bow. Who am I without these fields? Well, who am I without these fields, tell me. Those moaning that the fire and me with them only to burn. Who is without this hair? Without these hands I loved me? For their lives, ready to die. My Motherland, dear, good land. My homeland, one I you. Homeland, be patient! Poor earth. My Motherland, you are one of me…
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You should listen to Rem only with translation. Other wise you are missing a lot...
Рем Дигга 👍👍👍👍👍👍🔥 🔥 🖤
Бро если не знал РемДиггу сбросили с балкона у него перелом позвоночника этаж не помню , но парень просто прекрасный !
Он сам из-за за бабы спрыгнул его просто на понт взяли грамотно
вроде с пятого он выпал.
с первого
Super
Это вышка!
Рем дигга почему дрожит осина
Актуальная тема
Respect whot yo undertend
Вау
Это лучше что я видел.
Кто покусился на мой дом, будет похоронен тут!
Rem Digga - В Огне
Man.. IRusiina hip hop... This big diferent
тут без субтитров смысл слушать?
uchi english huli 2021 god na dvore
@@spiceprideoficcial3527 Ты не понял. Это слушателю надо русский учить, ибо без субтитров он не выкупает всю лирику сего шедевра, а только пытается догадаться.
Прикольно, что зачастую эти чуваки с реакциями, не понимают о чем песня. Это ж жить здесь надо, чтобы понять
✌️
about Donbass, historical continuity
он упал с четвертого этажа, с тех пор в инвалидном кресле
Эх, ты бы, дядь, понимал ещё о чём он, другими красками б заиграло)
Битва продолжается...
Эта песня о Донбассе!
His name is Rem Digga
😒😢❤
war is insane shit... we got to think about our children
дига крок масть
Хлядачи вна мисце та слухають уважно
❤🔥🔥🔥
Зачем реакции этих демонов европеиских. Они не понимают. В их глазах только пустота. И доллар.
смешно это теперь читать
Везде в мире есть люди