Текст песни Л.Фёдоров, В.Волков - Путь

Lament the Cliff!
Morning damn it!
We, nizari, flew Razin.
It flows and gentle, gentle and flows.
The Volga diva carries, the view of the corners is cramped
Deer. Cinelo.
Willow, bunch. Kupava
Babbling and warm
Flying, flying
Stomp.
Hey resident, fly!
Ida belyany are now swans
Fly askew, resident of sedges!
Take ulcers.
Poppy of the storm to the grunts.
A wall of lava - of a wall
The flood
and
stomp
And the horns of the mountains:
Wow
Sharash!
Evona, Panove
To wives with a sword, an arena
Zhongam man knife.
Copper let's go
Copper let's go.
Ax murmur.
Coo in the blood
Cheers the heat
Not given
I will point out my husband with swords with kumach!
Horror:
A slave to wives bar.
Horror:
Slave bar, bar slave!
Flew
won the Panov,
Evona Panove
Sedge hillsides
Presen sickle
Crow of holes
No, the crow of holes is a shadow
Stabbed, the same time
Slave-flinch,
Slave-commotion,
Lap pan attacked
Volga with a bang, sail corners!
Fly askew, resident of sedges!