Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Забайкальская

A storm broke out in the thicket,
And the melodies are the same.
My heart began to fail more often
The guests began to come less often.
Nothing that one in the field:
Not to fat - to get up alive.
All insults do not count, if
We'll live to see someone else's wedding.

Oh, my will, my will -
Transbaikal snow!
Take me in your share
icy Selenga,
From Petrovsky Zavod
to the Irkutsk mines,
From the thirty-seventh year -
until the shackles are not thrown off.

Every day, there is a hole in the bottom.
I'll take a guitar - howl.
And around the crows whistling
Above my evil fate.
Desperate became callous
Yes, I did not rip off my voice - nerves,
Stepped over the line - to hell with him,
Don't come first anyway ...

Oh, not otherwise soon
eight skins will rip off me:
Every fence
the dogs are ringing with chains.
And you chacha tea cups
pour it under a howling storm.
They don't hide from goodness,
old man you are my guran!

It's too late to come home
There is a fresco on the glass.
Blizzard bends pine trees in the taiga
And breaks easily, with a bang
On the knee - much more beautiful!
The track will not accept us now.
So come on, old man, let's smear
For the sturdy horses of MAZ.