Текст песни П. Ардабьевский - Степь

There will be a wind from the south, there will be a night in smoke,
And neither the enemy, nor a friend, laugh, sob in darkness.
RVI on the patch dress, hair with the root of the RVI,
But the chariots are rolled, ripe to the axes in the blood.

Tiscay in the East of the chest, horror and passion - relatives.
But no one will be next to you. Me
Do not remember in vain - it will be even more difficult.
Yellow, crimped, red ... all your steppe on fire.

Your whole steppe in captivity. Smaller and gall
Where, eeling from pain, pray to avoid flour.
Pray, knocking with bare heels along ash,
So at least the name do not betray the MGL.

Who would fulfill anyone ... who ... whose b neither revenge the power
Please ask, I know that the steppe would be called.
Pray to remain the steppe ... The matter is moths ...
No circle nor stem - burned to the ground.

The steppe was burning, and the will is observed yours.
No more pain, black steppe. And I…
I fly further further than it was. Loose:
See how the boy is waving a cloud on his chest?