Текст песни Следопыт - Пыль, пламя и полынь

The sun sank in thorns,
Oakhmy scared by the owl.
Clear month over the gursing of the evening
Pulled the tight tette.

Red Maiden on Gray Wolves
Tomno called the grooms.
Somewhere tightened quail
Songs of the complaints of their poems.

And from these songs became sweet,
Soul calmed down.
That soul that all in the plexuses,
Because...

Gorky, bitter, bitter,
Gorky wormwood-grass.
Where the river time
Blurred coast.
Where the molasses is
Flowing from ripe melons
Turning into dust
In the flame and wormwood.

Quietly blossomed again
Morning grace.
The tops of the earth Likha
How long to walk?

However, and not important time,
Together with guests.
Noisy suffered Soroki
News by mossets.

And from the news suddenly became sweet,
Soul calmed down.
That soul that all in the plexuses,
Because...

Gorky, bitter, bitter,
Gorky wormwood-grass.
Where the river time
Blurred coast.
Where the molasses is
Flowing from ripe melons
Turning into dust
In the flame and wormwood.