Текст песни Би-2 - Черная река

Five in the morning, sleeping sister river
The fog of an electric train whistled
Shore in three bushes, fish places
Flocks of citizens are eager for water

Take the big fish, let the fry

Chorus:
The Black River
Hide the fisherman
For someone biting, and to whom - a misfortune
The Black River
Take a stranger
Will take the catch
And drown gear

A gentle breeze touched the float
Straightened the hook of an elderly perch
In the distance there is a white steamer
"New turn" sounds from windows

Take the big fish, let the fry

Chorus:
The Black River
Hide the fisherman
For someone biting, and to whom - a misfortune
The Black River
Take a stranger
Will take the catch
And drown gear

If a man is bitten by a fisherman ...
Are you touching the gear?! ...
Pecks, does not peck, pecks, does not bite
Beautiful woman with scales ...

Loss.

Chorus:
The Black River
Hide the fisherman
For someone biting, and to whom - a misfortune
The Black River
Take a stranger
Will take the catch
And drown gear.