Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Время колокольчиков

Long walked with heat and frost,
All demolished and remained free,
Grilled snow with a porridge of birch
And they grew level with the bell towers.

If crying - we did not spare salt.
If the feast is a sugar cake.
Ring 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
On his field as underground?
If we did not get a bell,
So, here is the time for the bells.

Tingle heart under the shirt.
In a hurry all around the crow.
Hey! Extract the indigenous with a crotch
And we rush to the four sides.

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

A 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,
So, that's all. Charge, let's go!

Zagremim, zavistim, click,
Searches to the bone, to the tips.
Hey, brother! You chew the liver
Terrible laughter of Russian bells?

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

We are waiting for a long time. Everyone went dirty,
That's why similar,
And in the rain were different.
Most of them are honest, good.

And may the Tsar-Bell be broken,
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.
Hats in the snow - and a jerk.
Rock and roll is glorious paganism.
I love the time of the bells.