Текст песни Черный рынок - КАРБУНКУЛ

Gave me a horse with a cut belly,
And the trail was sent in the trail
He states his sensitive ear to the ground -
Hears the horseshoes do not like the earth

We knew the counties of the northern trails,
Behind the wells of poisoned gum
Behind the forest, yes jelly drown
Scorched steppe, farms empty nests

Only the beast of the studied scalled a cunning face
Having found another drop of berry
We were fed finished, laid in the cold
And he bowed to the sinks and yabedas

Behind the wall of the Chinese they hid their backs
Drank, but the wine was behind everything dry
The monk swept, tightened about a club
I didn't tell everything, but I asked for half the truth

We need a carbuncle of red color red
I know that we will find that stone hardly
But it is better to be an Indian
Covered with military paints,
Than a trembling tree in a gas chamber

Sultan has a girl’s gids, strong
Great treasury, but when it will be carried out
Be in the raw ground with cold branches
Which means that there is no carbuncle here nearby

Sturgeon dived under the Siberian whirlpools
And in the eyes of Christ, he looked squinted
Cut off all the lashes, spent all the gold
Around each crude shuttered by the unclean paw

What do we always bow to him now
Well, let's back it chokes with our veins
We'll be lucky we will eat, yes boast
But if it is not fate, you will die young, but beautiful

Closed the teeth with the steel scale
Then we will sit down to the ground, then birds in the cloud
Tested like Bl_Di stand, staggering over a thor
And in the chest of the torn chest, our stone burns with a red flame