Текст песни Николай Емелин - Вороны

A handful of native earth,
Pharynx of live water
From the Don coast
Yes, the wisdom of the elderly from the depths of centuries.
After a long battle
Has sunk into oblivion the evening, having plunged into Don,
Bell ringing and a heavy groan ...

The ravens flew, the crows grazed ...
How to feast dawn
Four sides ...
Our blood was drunk
Black crows...

Red light marten flashes through the lightning
By the forest oak forests
I fell to the ground in the midst of tall grass ...

The ravens flew, the crows grazed ...
How to feast dawn
Four sides ...
Our blood was drunk
Black crows...