Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Или счастье подберу...

Or I'll pick up happiness
Or I'll die alive
Or what I left behind
Then it will break my back.
God grant that you are lucky
To be born and live
And the warm wheat
So that the ears sprout.
Only, pleasing to the Devil,
A black wind flew here,
Whistled over the knocked down grains
Black wind of swamp darkness.
Whistled over the knocked down grains
The black wind is hopeless.

Not to prison and not to darkness,
Nothing, nothing,
Just like that - gone far away,
Set off on a journey, man.
Threw everything that could not be demolished
For the sake of a long journey -
Whether to find the good,
Or come to death.
The night sailed in a fruitless way,
And earthly lasciviousness
Reflected in the black sky
In the black sky, bad weather.
Reflected in the black sky
In the hopeless black sky.

Or puddles of water
Whether the traveler's footprints
Either waiting for uninvited guests
The land of the cursed mysteries.
And Vostogram has no end
For the sake of a word,
For heard from the porch
Songs of a crazy starling.
You will be hungry, skvorushka,
You will be weak and sick -
A raven has taken over your birdhouse
The black raven is dark-born.
A raven has taken over your birdhouse
The black crow is hopeless.

Or, really, the night is dark
Or seems drunk
Or a horse's skull
A white bump from a quagmire?
Maybe the rider was cheesy
Maybe a downpour
I knocked out a stone under my foot ...
Oh, you black horse!
Talisman, you see, unusable
Was left to you by God -
Lured you by the den
Black swamp impassable.
Lured you by the den
A hopeless black swamp.

Whether the stars in the sky
Or tears in my eyes -
You are back, man
Exhausted and crippled.
Remember, you threw it out of evil
A garden, a wife and a land of warmth -
And now spring has come
But your land is rotten.
And now you are free
After all, your wife has gone blind
Your hearth is covered with ashes
Black ash and cold ...
Your hearth is covered with ashes
Black ash hopeless ...