Текст песни ШАН-ХАЙ - БАРИН

Life is not a penny - like a jar chopped
Barin, do not touch that my is gold,
With a tight loop so long ago I was married
My affectionate, I have nothing to lose
A fire broke out, the flame was licking the twilight,
My knife is sharp, and until I die
In the sky, the horseshoe burns for a month,
Night, give me a horse of a solo

Barin, you celebrate early
Night and day, so sad she is to infinity
I'm at your estate flowers
I'll steal for the dress of her wedding
I'm not a slave, remember, before you, I do not care
We will judge, sir, with you
The path is narrow, the night is dark.

How much wood am I
I broke in on the young,
Bragi drank a bucket of joys.
And now the strength has not diminished,
Only with me is the knife and beauty.
In the light of not sober -
The troubles are vain.
My horse is a fire,
Burn, affectionate.
The knife is not sharp, it will not be blunt soon
Blood pounding-people will not intercede

Barin, you celebrate early
Night and day, so sad she is to infinity
I'm at your estate flowers
I'll steal for the dress of her wedding
I'm not a slave, remember, before you, I do not care
We will judge, sir, with you
The path is narrow, the night is dark.