Текст песни Аргир - Медведь-шатун

Raises hunting sample
Bear from Berloga in winter.
Rruge on the shreds, whining with a frozen choir -
He is silent, he goes back.

- And here you are in vain ...
In the middle of January!
He is a siny rod -
Bear rod,
He will kill your peace:
Neither calmly sleep ...
Houses do not rest
Only swee on the moon,
From fear of outstanding
Or with a head - in stuff.

He will come lunar at night to the threshold,
Silently will breathe in the window,
And will remain in the gentle angry
Through the door rod curse

Raises envious swaths
Lai on strong and peaceful people
In the echoes of a dog choir
Sighy of the sorry of bears rods.