Текст песни Мельница - Ветер, кровь и серебро

Whatever evening, then to me, well done,
Hated the prince's tower,
And the steep, angrier Polovets,
Dirty floor measures with steps.

Chuckled over the aspens
Burning smoke is a decayed banner;
I am yearning for my bestiality
Fill with foamy braga.

From under the eaves in the window it rats
The unripe moon;
Everything seems to me, I hear:
Drink, honey, drink to the bottom! ..

Drink - maybe it will work,
You will find your good,
There was a wolf cub - there will be a wolf,
Wind, blood and silver.

It so happened - not to be baptized -
Claws of gold forged,
There was a kitten - there will be a lynx,
Gently steklet, hard to sleep!

Do not come to me, desired,
Do not try to entertain trouble -
I will be deceived at night by drunkenness,
I will not reach dawn;

Oh, I'll get up, go out, slam the door with me -
The silence around the village -
The stars fall feathers
On the traces of clawed feet.

Spicy smell of darkness,
Forests bitter font,
The bear was you,
A grown-up beast emerged.

So drink it - maybe it will work,
You will find your good,
There was a wolf cub, there will be a wolf,
Wind, blood and silver ...