Текст песни Калинов Мост - Азиатская

Where the sunset burned
You are gripped by longing
He made his way through the black ravine.

And no steps are heard
The evening covered the trail.
The gray shore splashed with a boat.

Waiting for the oars of playful hands.
Where the flow entails
Only the traveler washed his mane,
Yes numb shoulder.

And Onon cooled down.
Where is the full thought
You could not cope with an oarlock.

Someone erased the temple
And the back of the head burned.
Willow groan echo warrior.

Somewhere the steppe breathed hot
I drove lamb.
And it was a pity to say goodbye
On an ice trip.

Hurried peace of heart,
Cleanliness Sumy
Ring the eternal spark
In the bins of winter

In the bins of winter.
In the bins of winter ...