Текст песни Медвежий Угол - Черные травы

As under the sky whitish
Crumble dew,
Sang voiced braids.
Sang sharp braids,
Called autumn ahead of time
Throw the sun at your feet.
Field of black grass
Silk feather on the wind endure.

To make the wings of the sky,
Eh, was - nor was - we will not ask.
Oh, do not ask ...

From fun to fun
Laughing milestones, gaps,
By live patches.
Sang fast rivers,
(mmmm, hard to break a line into separate words: [)
In the sun sunsets kudlatnyh.
(another untranslatable string:])
Mouths evil snapped summer.
To make the wings of the sky,
Eh, there was - no was - yes, where there! ..

Mistress guests get past midnight
In the anger of the anger
Psalms dopets.
(third untranslatable string)
Where are you, pure joy?
Where are you, bright joy?
Where are you, new joy,
Where are you?..
Oh, where are you?

Dol hoofed horses
Dal krylatili birds ...
That cripple will groan -
On a rainy day, dream.
All ruled by the wind dawns,
Sob back to the icons.
There was, but he did not notice
How the roots went into the earth.

Hey, black herbs,
Fire flame dances -
Highly corrode were,
That the feather bed.
Burn gnarled grin
How to cry dew
How to cut a hock
Song of sharp braids.