Текст песни Татьяна Рыбакова - Сказочная тайга

When I was a coachman in the mail,
A shaggy geologist came to me.
And looking at the map on a white wall
He laughed at me.
He told how the taiga cries,
She is alone without a musician.
No mail at y them coachman,
So the road to us,
So we are on the road.

Chorus:
The clouds hid in the sky
Drunk stars look down
And in the wilds of the fairy taiga
They are falling.

Black tales of white winter
Big trees sing to us at night.
Black tales about pink snow
Pink snow even in a dream.
And at night Satan walks through the woods
And collects fresh souls.
The new blood came in winter,
And she will get you
And she will get you

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