Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Топор

We fought for a short time, hardly a couple of years have passed,
We buried our axes at the foot of the mountain.
But my ax is buried in the foliage, sharp side to face,
Two steps from the root of an oak tree, where it is so easy to stumble.
My ax is buried in foliage, sharp side to face,
The blade is barely covered, the insult will not be forgotten.
Roots on the left, pits on the right, oak groves rustle over the head,
And dropping the leaves down, disguises my surprise.
My ax is buried in foliage, sharp side to face,
Two steps from the root of an oak tree, where it is so easy to stumble.
My ax is buried in foliage, sharp side to face,
The blade is barely covered, the insult will not be forgotten.