Текст песни АПМ - Время колокольчиков

Long walked - heat and frost.
All demolished - and remained free.
The snow was grubbing with the birch porridge.
And they grew level with the bell towers.

If crying - we did not spare salt.
If the feast is a sugar cake.
Ring up with black calluses
The nerve of the copper speaker was torn.

But with each passing day, times change.
Domes lost gold.
Ring up the world sticking around.
The bells are knocked down and split.

What now we go round so near
At home - like the underground?
If we did not get a bell,
Hence, here is the time for the bells.

Tingle heart under the shirt,
In a hurry, all the ravens.
Hey! Extract the indigenous with the crotch,
And we tear on four sides.

But how many years the horse is not forged.
No wheel is smeared.
There is no whip. Saddles are stolen.
And for a long time all knots have been untied.

And on the rain - all the roads are a rainbow!
The fat is in the fire. Do not we laugh today?
But if there is a bell under the arc,
Hence, everything. Charge - let's go!

Zagremim, zavistim, click!
He will try to the bone, to the tips!
Hey, brother! You feel the liver
Terrible laughter of Russian bells?

Century we chew matyugi with prayers,
We live a century - though we have made balls.
Sleep and drink for days and liters.
Do not sing. To sing already have weaned.

Long waiting. Everyone went dirty,
That's why the similarities were made.
And in the rain were different.
Most are honest, good.

And may the father be defeated
The Tsar Bell -
We came with black guitars.
After all, big bits, blues and rock and roll
We were bewitched with the first blows.

And in the chest - sparks of electricity.
Caps in the snow - and a blunder zvonche-ka.
Whistle! Glorious paganism!
I love the time of the bells!