Lyrics Огненный Шторм - Зной Во Время Сенокоса

At dawn in the morning foggy
Brushing dew from the spike
The husbands of the Russian land came out
On pokosy, having looked at the sun

Quiet in the field when the glare of dawn
You mow a spit on the dew
Hypericum, wheatgrass and flight
Near bread go to the ground

At noon the sun light bloody
Burns white face
Craving itches crafty
Requests to drink more and more

Elders and children complain
About the heat is not experienced such
Where are the clouds and you are the thunderstorm, where are you
Thunder mighty song you binge

And in the ravine that near the forest
All black has gathered
From the grave came all the evil
Dance on the Russian meadows

Sun forest and steppe sets fire
All living things ablaze with fire
As in hell, the heat burns
damn the forest dancing with a spear

Scum all sings fun
the men are sitting by the river
Everyone would like rain to wash
and clean your curls

And suddenly everything around is dark
and climbed into the wind field
And sent from heaven to earth
long awaited rain gods

Thunder boom water pours from the sky
there is no saving from raging elements
Crying sky and stellite to the ground
from the water of his sons

Well, the sun was setting
as in the morning they walked through the dew
Guys oblivion not knowing
and peace only dreaming