Текст песни Сечень - Ряженые

Sympute breath in gray beards
Runs by crowds to the frontal place,
But the place is crowded, for a while,
When they come when they come ...

Out-in with axes!

Silence eternal does not dare to collapse.
Emergency cases are perpetual.
And turns the blades in the head over the precipice:
Whether they will be darkened, will it go to the light

Out with axes.

Swung pendulum by a nabatom hammer,
Sharh shirts of the iron.
And all of them in the heart, and all they have
Hollows are the faithful king of pea.

Out with axes.

Siplier breath in gray beards,
And hands wet on the elbow, raised
And time dripped in sticky rags,
Before the death of worn, before the effort dropped.

Out with axes.

I was forgotten on the furnace until the morning
We waited for a divecha Nabatha hammer,
But breathes as a smallest in the head with a smarter:
Whether they will be darkened, will it go to the light

Out with axes.