Текст песни Евгений Бунтов - Путь на Мангазею

Again thought heavy burden
He tends violent little heads.
What kind of tribe are you?
From what do you wander on the side?

Ahead of the edges are different.
It beckons the distance enviable share.
Make way, people of God -
Breathe in volively!

I would have known beforehand-yes, if only! -
Where straws are used for future use ...
Neither prayers nor songs
These were not provided.

Evil infusion of troubles with grief,
To know, to drink to the bottom is promised.
But not krivdoju, and a conscience
Live to old age bequeathed ...

As if with a block, the wind of time
Rolling violent little heads.
What kind of tribe are you?
What kind of delirium are you from?