Текст песни Алексей Бардин - Мельник

The breeze slightly worries hair
And cheerfully carries away voices.
It sticks to the ground by the amber spike
Relax at the mill wheel.

Kamysh does not make noise
The mouse will not scratch -
Everything seemed to freeze.
Only in the distance
In a dusty cloud
Moves. Who?

Maybe a monster, maybe a monster
Or maybe just guests - let's sit down at the table,
Let's drink one hundred and beer.
In the morning, brine,
To the wheel
Life rolled into dust and sand.

So the world works -
Dad told me -
And who and for whom is unknown.
We walk in a series
Behind the old Duda,
Until one day we are not tasted,
Going out of the threshold,
The charms of roads
And the shelter of joy.
Somewhere in the distance
In a dusty cloud
Moving ... and who?

Maybe a monster, maybe a monster
Or maybe just guests - let's sit down at the table,
Let's drink one hundred and beer.
In the morning, brine,
To the wheel
Life rolled into dust and sand.

Oh, silence was drew, peace
And the bliss is also disgusting.
Maybe you see you, a damned moon
Someone on the horse soared?

Maybe on foot
With a clothing bag
Does someone take the world?
Or light
In a dusty cloud
Is moving? Who?

If you were a monster
Be at least a monster -
Any guest is happy - sit down at the table,
Let's drink one hundred and beer.
In the morning, brine,
To the wheel
Life rolled into dust and sand