Текст песни Александр Заславский - Венок

The wreath woven in the foam
Water, saliva, river vein
On the coast of the chains issued Lena forest.
Blind boy in foam
Mel, the full force
Wife ran century Leterrier.
Yayaha Oh ya, ya yayaha Oia. Oh ya yaha. O y a.
In winter, the old bones
Cooked wind lead
Soul strands game - hit.
Do not traveled around the seed of your land to the crown
And not risen above the roof
Your hand.
Grandfather started up in business
Let the spirit in the Tribe
And the snow all equal as to all.
Wreath in the snow melts soldering light stars
And I think on the stumps
Yes, according to - for kings.
Yayaha Oh ya, ya yayaha Oia. Oh ya yaha. O y a.
And ran circles have not returned following
Playing time in the arc
The eye does not open.
Wreaths trailing in foam
And in the foam slippery in Vienna
There a look - be gone.
Fearing the wind - the wind, and I believe the seed
I wood shore -steregu
This I can - help.
Yayaha Oh ya, ya yayaha Oia. Oh ya yaha. O y and
Wreath, garland, son
I am yours, but not-mine.