Текст песни Александр Чешир - Финал 30-летней войны

Do not look that leaf fall is outside the door,
And it hurts under the sixth rib.
The sunset is pouring in gold
Like a thick ship rum.
It's fall late bitter hops
It brings the January snowstorm
What color your whiskey
The Wicked Wanderer.

How much laughter sold for nothing
And curses flew from my lips? ..
How many leather soles,
And molten copper pipes?
Has pride retained its former color?
On the panels of Pyrrhic victories?
Are they black as anger?
Are they not white, as true?

Spinning-spinning mill
So everything will be crushed,
The wind rush over the shore
The door shuts behind the foe
The hawk's plumage flares up in the sunset.

Blood mixes with powder in the dust
Scream Captain: End!
And cranes will stretch with a wedge
Over the road past wars.
And the road through mint and wormwood
Runs away to cloudless blue
Behind which your old house
You left it open ...

Spinning-spinning mill
So everything will be crushed,
The wind rush over the shore
The door shuts behind the foe
The hawk's plumage flares up in the sunset.

Ringer will beat the ninth hour,
The ale spills
The faithful Hans will return to fat Bertha
And warm her bed
The ship turns that ran aground
Windows will be open in April,
And outside the windows is white smoke
Blooming Cherries.

So why do you swear the same day
And save the broken flag?
Fed to death with steel and lead
Sleeping ally, and friend, and enemy.
The carts rutted
Bitter taste of lesion on the lips.
October ended with bitter juice.
Learn humility from him.

Spinning-spinning mill
So everything will be crushed,
The wind rush over the shore
The door shuts behind the foe
The hawk's plumage flares up in the sunset.