Текст песни Карбофос - Степь

The steppe is separated
free waver
That life is mile.
Field along the river
Stanniki walked
on boyars and princes.
Went and young and sad,
Fucking Holop and Meado
Squeezing steel in hand
Strugged latles
Steps rain
Wet the Volga River

Wind song about the field to me spit
On the nickle play
I go to my last fight
For the birthplace and free edge.

And on all chasing
In the heart of Cossack
Suddenly he hit the lead
On crude land
in predestrous Mol
Died delets

Wind song about the field to me spit
On the nickle play
and in response only the wolf
Volley Howl Da Voroni Edge

Mother Cheese Earth,
calm me down,
yes for death do not judge
Clear Sunny
Volia-Volyushka,
Still ahead !!!