Текст песни Сауроныч - Покатилась голова

Pitch head with the usual chopping block
Curious koloboks on the road
After violently christened its monks
Pozzabyv that the gods of their miserable
And his head was rolling on
To look at the white light
If you meet her boy
Give my greetings

Heraldry smile gates
Touted to the market passing
Suddenly he saw on the road someone something
He shouted the people and hiding the chimney.
A head that does not care at all
In the commotion, oohs, aahs, rumors -
Well this is only because we have throughout the autumn
And in winter the wolves howling at night.

The dawn is not clear what.
Wait, let's talk - why?

Overtaking tumbleweed
Following the sun from north to south
Head breathed the spirit of faith
And in my ears the sound of fancied
Knock, knock, knock, knock ...
Knock, knock, knock, knock ...