Текст песни Оргия Праведников - По тонкому льду

Windy Day -
Ice on the river, at the threshold of December ...
As the sky high, my friend!

For a long time we were here -
It remains a bit.
Let us drink wine - we had
Until the first of December blizzards .

Your house is packed , abandoned.
To heat the oven and again, just like before .
Going out into the field ,
At stake
Napechёm like a child, potatoes,
Just like back then ... Only in the house
Closer to the night no one to call us ...

In the morning the snow field shielding ...
How quiet and light around!
Their voices !
I hear their voices beyond the river -
They call us ...
So go the same way
Come as soon my friend!
On the Beach - on thin ice first !