Lyrics Александр Сорокин - Бешеная река

When on the mountain slopes
Will stir snow
From the eaves and ledges
Suddenly water drips

And under the spring sun
Streams run down
To reach and merge
In the bed of the mad river

That know that aggravation
That disease began
Which is called alloy -
And you want to tears

Dismissing all worries
Rush to hell on horns
To get there
Where is the mountain river waiting for us

Let him
We twist a finger to his temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
We will not exchange
Our
Catamaran!

This infection is rare
But tenacious to tears
There are nights without nights
And the sky is gray without stars

Gray pines are sleeping here
There is a sullen taiga
It rains five times a day
And the midges are spinning

Up to the clouds here, it seems
You reach your hand
There is a stormy river
Blows age-old peace

You should not joke with the river
There can not rush forward
Here every chance is the last
There is no bravado

Let him
We twist a finger to his temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
Do not trade our catamaran!

And on winter nights
Often we dream of the river
Thresholds and aisles
Plums, barrels, sleeves,

Obnosy and intelligence,
Boiling water
Parking over the river
Of course, songs by the fire.

I know by all means
That very day will come!
Our admiral is permanent
Gather us all again

Will scour his pipe
Sips a little beer
And he says: - That's what guys
There is a stupefied river!

And again on the thresholds
Through shafts and foamy roar
And again kat reliable
We will not let us go

And let at the end of the route
Tired slightly
Forgive us and let go
Defeated river

Let him
We twist a finger to his temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
We will not exchange
Our
Catamaran!