Текст песни Рубикон - Дурь Волгаря - Белая Свастика Солнца

At the steppes yes on the steppe - no puddles or wells
And just around the cold, and even laughs
Printed in the eyes - can not escape
White sun swastika

As forth to our day a colorful parrot
Talking in the kitchen - it's what we know
From this we riser their old scores
And in the desert just so rare snow Omet
And that we, we do not plow nomads, do not sow
And apart from their troubles with each public have
It may have been happy, to get lost in the crosses
But if in the center of a shame, what is on the ground
Whether singing a song, or crying wail
Drunk Mozart on the strings like Batu for Russia
Kolya's blood on the guitar the way it fun
I'll propyl, and you give me pour vodka

At the steppes yes on the steppe would like to keep warm
I want to drink, but the water is not given
Raskhmylilas, Dawn
White sun swastika

At the steppes yes on the steppe - like that's going
And on top of a blue sky without bounds, yes, without a bottom
So blinded me now, my back burn out
White sun swastika