Текст песни Александр Прахов - Песня лысого холма

Eka, distribute bricks
Plenty yelled at destiny,
The cry is not heard his plea.
In anger, trampled or order
Satan spirit awakened.
They slept, and he cried and shouted: & quot; Ton! & Quot;

Let him dream
Hill with a bald head.
A wolf on a hill,
And the songs that I howl.

In the eye sticks out log,
He sees the bridge,
As a poor neglected fasting.
As he ate dog
And I cried with anguish,
What God nor see any DIG.

Let him dream
Hill with a bald head.
A wolf on a hill,
And the songs that I howl.

Hide us dope grass!
Hide us, sister love!
Already sick of the word blood.
Already tired of looking,
How to dig the ground grandfather,
And the child is dressed in white.

Let him dream
Hill with a bald head.
A wolf on a hill,
And the songs that I howl.