Текст песни Оргия Праведников - По тонкому льду

Windy day -
Ice on the river, December at the doorstep ...
As the sky is high, my friend!
For a long time we walked here -
There's not much left for us.
Let's drink wine - we had time
Until the first December blizzards.
Your house is hammered, abandoned.
Protopim the furnace and again, like the old.
Let's go out into the fields,
In the fire
We bake, as if in childhood, potatoes,
All as then ... Only in the house
Closer to the night, we have no one to call ...
And in the morning the snow will cover the fields ...
How quiet and light around!
Their voices!
I hear their voices behind the river -
They call us ...
So let's go,
Come quickly, my friend!
On that shore - on the thin first ice!