Текст песни Калинов Мост - Колывань

What fell, it fell -
coarsening in your hands
and glows with fibers in the calluses.
In the night it freezes to steam -
not for nothing three days I scolded
his eye-glass and remembered in the corn.
And the trails along the Great
rang in the bridle,
smoked in the autumn:
for so lost famously
near stone walls
and revived rhizome ...
Would have been a day
return back,
wash away the poor
prominoy years.
Shame scudel
the last patch -
weeping tow
grin not to warm.
Rasskosye lead the eye,
forgive out the edge of the track,
they smell of scent in smell.
Crocheting the way the cliff cremated -
to see through it
and carve names with promise.
Who asked
return back,
the taste of dew
entrust your lips?
Forget
the last patch
ligature
carry on the Kuban.
Hide face
in sheepskin rings ...
Get brave
exhalation of the steppes ...
Coals are the beginning
look for shores,
as they called
blade of grass
braid
for nothing.
The scar of a crazy cattail
at heart to protect.
Lohmatite
pride is tired,
the mate asks
on the cheek bones

Bear's paw
To scratch
Unceremoniously...